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To each their own vice Turning my words to tourniquet I smack my arm twice I plug my power cord in Cause God knows I'm not living If it's not reflected in my content Content? (happy) Contempt.. (disregard of) CONTENT Is the new conscious I never wanted this I just wanted a voice So I traded my pen for Swipe And a talk-to-text that can never seem to get my words right I schedule my thoughts for at least three times a week To make sure they see my face and hear me speak Otherwise they'll probably forget about me by Friday My traffic counter says my highest views come by Thursday So I have to make sure to keep them thirsty for my words before the weekend ensues Because that's how this thing is meant to be used To format my life in away which appeals to you It's me, yes Filtered pleasantries, Somewhat, yes Regrettably, yes But mostly me Tailored in a way for you to digest With ease I'm an artist, I'm a mom, I like to help my city, ...

⚡👌🏼⚡ What does this mean to you? To some it means "okay.." To some it's a game to play which when looked at allows you to punch that person.. To some it means the number 3.. To some it means 666.. To some it may be a severely incorrect way to attempt to snap one's fingers.. Let me tell you why each of these applies to and is significant to our Snaps Fam.. ** Because we are okay, we are going to be okay It is going to be okay, and then it will be better. Fun in the form of games we play, pranks we pull, jokes we say.. It breaks us from our fetters Of society Mindlessly indulging Into habits of straying away from 3 A reminder that 3 represents divinity Holy Trinity between Infinite Spirit, Self, and Community Additionally Triple 6 is not for Satan's flock, Instead it is bounty, positivity, and best of luck Angelic proof that Light awaits to rear the storm With selfless love in two open arms to hold And no, that's not...

You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...

Distant hearts closely catch a beat Melodic synchronicities, I tap my feet Smiles flash to a lit up screen Barely strangers With a couple beers in between Unfamiliar sheets Warmed textures with a singular heat Comfort whenever our gazes meet Nostalgic for that high school sweet When I interlace your arm around me Feelings lifted Like balloons with no strings Give me your time, Give me your everything Even momentarily "Do not disturb" Posted below the room key

If you want me to love you, prepare to be written about Prepare to be addressed infinitely to the souls of others who will recognize you as either the hero, or the villain My most precious piece of heart, the half I choose to stitch into my sleeves Prepare to be my voice box when the salt of tears have corroded my esophagus And my gut has transformed into a pile of wet needles Dive into me instead like a pile of leaves Prepare to be the sun, the moon, and all which surrounds them Prepare to be burned at both ends Whether for blessings or for destruction Be born anew every morning And die again in my arms at night Let me love you Let me make you the thing of dreams and legends Let me whisper of your darkness into naked ears And show them how to bathe in the solace of your Light - rs.darko

I am a creator of many things, And a destroyer of more, A curator of admirers Like most collections I have no need for.. I've grown out of this affinity for love and lore Still I pine for distractions whenever I'm bored - rs.darko

A true poet speaks fire, and still is fluent in rain. - rs.darko

Mountain needs no sun Mountain has enough fire for one Tectonic shift Some may say destructive But the glow of magma resides, Hiding, buried deep within Sifts through rubble earth, Salt rock and pressure Surfacing gieser gushing through internal weather A power no man can measure Let mountain find pleasure, Patience, Self-addressed love letters Mountain turned volcano And she's never felt better

A little wild, a little free Started out a matchbook flame Now with a raging fire inside me.. Catch me pressed into my storybooks Or catch me preaching on the mic, I'd rather you catch me in a mason jar To save my firefly light Planets, stars, and moons Reflected in these celestial freckles of ours, I see the gods within you I can guide you through If you'll trust me to Just breathe me in And let my Light become you Let this Light become ours Let us find a way to make eons out of hours Transcending both time and space Transcend the set of our ways Outliving our darkest of days Accepting all the shadows of our past mistakes - RS.darko, "Priestess Promise"

This clay is not left to the hands of gods, Only to the hands of our idle thoughts.. The openness that allows for our spirits to be taught Because worth cannot be bought, only achieved, And I'm not stopping at my dreams.. You see, we precious gems are far too fine to be as spent As we've been feeling Digging down to the bottom of our last couple cents, And yet the only thing we're stealing Is your attention and your intent Call me heaven sent, but I'm no angel I don't need a filter nor a special angle for our gazes to become entangled Still I crave more than just your perception I want to feel acceptance and exception Embrace me as your tribe, and tell me that you like the way we vibe That I'm not like all the others you strung along just for the ride Taste my words like you've been starving Feel your initials in the wooden heart you've been carving Because you're more than just a carpenter And I'm more than just a ...

I would wait one hundred winters for the first spring our life together could bloom - rs.darko

It only hurts when I remember that I'm falling for words you wrote for someone else.. - rs.darko

I write these words in hopeful thoughts That they may touch you in ways that my hands cannot The way the stars unveil our desires for the forbidden, Casting a mystic glow Upon the faces we've tried to keep hidden Beneath the cloak of our own shadows Dancing in moonlit reveries Sparking lightning between neurons, The touchless Kiss of flesh As the nerves ignite Like two galaxies Cascading into a horizon Of endless starry nights - rs.darko

Eyelids hanging over eyeballs Cracking to meet the garish sun Stomach hanging over guts Hanging over clothes left partially undone Time is loud, Minute hand hanging over number one My lashes fan away the sight of responsibility Hanging over my head As I lay crippled in my bed Half dead Hanging over all the slurred truths I left unsaid Last night I might have been Hung up on the one who never made it, Strung up on the crucifix I created So martyr me! So long as I never see another drink again Sickening nights reveal your true friends Startling To see the intentions of hungry men Hanging over me like a loosely draped kimono Risque from one shoulder Unintentional invitation was a no, no But still they see yes And the expectations clung to me like a little black dress Hanging over me in their judgements As if the bottom of this cup was a vortex Leading to unwarranted advancements for sex Let them assume what they want I guess, But I find these hungo...

Maybe number five or number six I believe that's which one I am Out of all of your kids Kinda hard to keep track to be honest Met another one last August And that part wasn't even the hardest Because you abandoned her too Left us to grow in the dying carcass That should have been a relationship with you It was weird missing a stranger Because every time you'd try to meet up, Something always had to come up Still I begged my mom to wait just a little bit longer.. All I wanted was a father Always wondered how you could deny me as your daughter Was it easy? Born into this feeling of inadequacy Because you didn't want me Maybe you just felt guilty Or maybe you just forgot about me So rejection became the normalcy Well acquainted myself with my own mortality Over that longing for duality I suppose I never got enough vitamin D And M seemed to be just a little too busy So I supplemented those spaces With the faces of other men Always loved my step...

I do not resent fear. Fear inspires movement. It is up to you to choose whether that movement is forward or away. @rs.darko

You are the clouds in my coffee Unravelling my darkness in swirls And milky constellations diluting my bitterness Awakening me to yet another day Of dark circles and stained yellow teeth Sour breath and the morning shit which follows @rs.darko

I cannot be tamed Nor am I here for you to contain When you don't even call me by my name Solely perceived as a means to entertain As this fantasy As I see that's all you see in me Is a chance to be inside of me But to be honest your rollercoaster does not look inviting And I've reserved my right to refuse riding No not because I'm scared or nervous But because I seek self-love and true purpose Because I strive to be more than just my surface More than my supple curves and porous, dewy trenches Side stepped you Like your collection of wenches didn't dare to Maybe because they didn't see fit Or maybe they didn't feel that they were worth shit Maybe a man told them their whole lives that they deserved it Deserved anything less than to be treated like the sacred goddess The muse, the solace, The very chalice which brought us You see, life would be nothing without the womb Encompassing you Igniting the the wick to your flames and fumes Wh...

Beware the reigniting of old flames Not to burn yourself down. @rs.darko

Haven't you heard? I've been singing the songs of hummingbirds Clinging to your petals like the last word Allow me to collect the nectar from your lips Sweetest dew, as it condenses upon our kiss In lovers tryst Is where I allow these daydreams to exist It's hard to resist When I'm just as lush as succulents Filled with reluctance Of what could possibly come next Still I'm vexed And feeling somewhat wrecked Embarrassed by my reckless intent Enamored by an evening I had tried to forget @rs.darko