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Just stop Stop following my social media Stop tapping thru my story quickly to know what I've got going on, but not enough to invest fully into caring Stop liking the same poetry I like on our IG feeds Stop looking like that Stop archiving Stop disappearing Stop reappearing Stop being in my head Stop making me cry Stop Stop STOP

Some days I find myself barely hanging on by the fingertips With nightly prayers thumbing softly through fleeting thoughts of never waking up Sometimes I beg for a massacre between someone's lips To slit my throat with soggy truths That none of us make it out of here alive anyway And maybe I'd be a little less lonely on the other side Where promises are never broken, Plans are always kept, Where I wouldn't have to worry about another pathetic night left unslept Waking up an unkempt reminder That time knows only how to wither and decay How matters of my heart's affections Know only how to lessen and stray Another one of life's lessons, they say Favored student With straight As Even amidst every L I've caught Cover to cover You could call me self taught Distraught beneath a calm surface You smile when you're happy, While I smile with purpose

Dear emotionally unavailable cis man, Please stop pursuing women just because you think you can Please look the other way when that Queen walks by Head held high Lead by her Highers with every step She needn't any hires to apply to some relationship To make her get distracted and forget The real reason she's been Heaven sent Please do not cast her your devious eyes Nor your white lies about all the things you'd like to share with her in this life Please do not inquire her Instagram handle Via mindless movements of your hyper-masculine mandible That you may instigate Some sullied attempts to relate To the beauty of her life's purpose She is as stunning as she is resilient Survivor of her emotional duress Insecurities transmuted, still exist Beneath the surface to some extent Still, She is a killer in those stiletto pumps She's got no time for you or any chump To come a-knocking anytime they're craving a midnight hump Casual sex is a dime a dozen So go find some p...

Part I Fear of sickness in the lungs creates illness of the eyes,  ears, and tongue. Widespread pandemic of lies and exaggerations infiltrates your mind with punchy headlines and propoganda. Take a gander at the real sickness among us. Protests for peace[M+J] still have yet to see justice as the bodies continue piling, now they're hanging from trees [M+J] like it's 1943. Public executions disguised as suicide.[M+J] Suicide disguised as years of depression, discounting expiration due to this global oppression. Mass media control -bell ringers yelling disproportionate[C+D] death tolls.[A] Quasimodo to the people with their twisted facade indebted public servants to their elitest gods, barking loyal lap dogs[C+D] "Only a mask can protect you and others," "don't forget gloves," "sanitize all you see," kill every germ, even the ones that protect us. You see  There's always gonna be some "bad apples" so you might as well be sure. Kill e...

Darko wields the blade of her ballpoint with finesse. An innovative mystic wordsmith who cuts into deep emotional truths with raw grit, challenging social norms with spiritual insight through her creative expression. Darko illustrates the unseen beauty and hope discovered in shadow work through various realms of eloquent composition.

This is not a poem, Rather a whisper Of forever. Fire fevered in my bones Caught hidden in a glance As our stars dance in Revolution Time escapes me Escaping reality Reflecting everything Like silver and glass How the spaces pass Through us as one Sacred vessel -Spirit flask Moon shining From Sun, with Light borrowed Though she never asked (Forgiveness given Far more often than permission) Refraction working the same Within the illusion Psychedelic excursion In between blinks It's not what you think, It's how you feel "Real" is in the perception Twisted scripts trip the flip book movie reel End scene Expand the screen Another tight rope stroll Suspended in a daydream

Angelic guidance To twenty two Find ourselves drawn to Tribe and commune The tree of our fruit Path ignited Crown to root Clarity in where we come from Where we're headed too The cards speak truth Four suits Journey to World from Fool Stories told from the ancient forces inside you Storm head's Been feeling heavy With torrential pour Brainstorming lately feels like the mental norm When you're caught up in space Between the ears It can become hard to hear The ship struggles to let you steer Deafening tempest Her chaos Sweeps you away from the pier Twenty two The balance which exists is you One beaming eye Searches from that house of Light Calls you to the shore Calls you home We are never too lost, as we roam Spirit holds us close Reminds us That both sunshine and rain Are needed For anything to grow