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your eyes.  

(from prompt by @picklemafia (the word Void) ) 

who ate your soul, child? 

burrowed through your heart like 

an bread bowl and 

swallowed you void. 

i wanted to love you, 

i wanted to look down the barrel of the 

gun and see you 

bleed red.

i tried, i stared into your eyes, i stood

stood firm and 

i confronted the barrel of the gun and i 

saw, just breadcrumbs. 

so who ate your soul, child? 

leaving us, 

null and void.

i tried to love you– all hollowed out, 

crust only. 

i tried, i tried but 

i still hate the crust with my overgrown childishness. 

i am no 

saint. 

i am not the 

keeper of souls. 

but baby, who ate your soul and 

left us 

null and void. 

i can be cruel. 

heartless– i must be searching for

a way to insult you.

just look at your eyes, honey 

someone looked there to and 

drank up the last drop of 

anima-tion. 

drank until the river dried and 

swallowed the sea void. 

and so 

who dried those tears, parched your ducts and 

hollowed your soul? 

for i 

try to make this 

all null and void, 

but i crawl over my steps from you 

for, love— i cannot blame you at all. 

crows are circling and 

my cruelty could let them eat mine too.

leaving me both 

vile and void.  

-adioraemi

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Halcyon

Did you ever hear music in the shower

When nothing is playing?

Just the water droplets hitting the tub floor in a

Habitual,

Hypnotic,

Hum?

I did.

It's strange; a sound that doesn't exist called to me.

Beyond the water's pitter-patter, beyond the house noises

I heard the song of melody, and the melodies of songs.

Like a record player, the stylus found the groove on my brain's vinyl

as my neurons ricocheted in song.

A movie OST - 103.5 Kiss FM's top hits of the week -

A church hymn - a commercial jingle -

A beat only found in an YouTube AMV -

I heard the songs from the unknown only when I was younger,

Weary with fury, seeking a shared path, haunted by loneliness.

However,

My will of imagination firmly held my hand.

There was nothing else as I stood in the shower,

Being cleansed from another hard day, but the music.

Shushing my thoughts for a time,

Pumping my hardening heart for a moment.

I always looked forward to hearing nothing,

To let out a sigh of lament at the end of the day,

while basking contently in the void.

One word prompt 'Void' - @picklemafia @cherrypicked-insanity

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Heatwave

I don't think I get angry enough.

I feel anger. I really do. But never enough.

I feel it when someone talks down to me, making me feel small. I feel it when I can't get my words out, so im forced to stay silent. I feel it when something is ruined, my plans, my moments, my hopes that I pretend didn't mean as much as it did.

I feel it when I think of certain people. Not my friends or classmates.

Someone closer. Someone whose entire being is rooted so deeply within me that whenever I think about them and how they've made me feel, my hatred boils hot.

But the anger never lasts.

It's like a heatwave. I feel it at its peak, allowing it suffocates me until I'm dehydrated and weak, until it leaves and all I'm left with is the empty space where fury used to be, now filled with something heavier.

I watch others hold onto their anger for much longer.

They let it fuel them for days, weeks even. They channel it into action and use it as they see fit, good or bad.

But me?

I can't spend a whole day being mad. I can't look at someone with pure hatred and truly mean it. I can't bear the thought of making someone else feel terrible for my own anger, even when they deserve it.

Maybe it's because I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end. Maybe it's because I've learned that anger is a luxury I can't afford, not when it costs me sleep, not when it makes my chest feel tight and my throat dry and my eyes watery, not when it threatens to spill over onto people who don't deserve it.

Instead, I get sad. Uncomfortably and uncontrollably sad. The anger transforms, melts down into something softer but no less painful.

The sadness is easier to carry than the rage. Sadness doesn't demand action. It doesn't ask me to confront or fight back. It just asks me to endure, and enduring is something I've gotten good at.

I cry, and I think, and I shut down. I bury it until I'm alone and let it rise back up when I need a true reminder that I feel.

I feel all the time. I feel sad, angry, happy, and love, sometimes all at once, sometimes in waves that threaten to drown me in the feeling.

I feel, I listen, I lose, and I try again because what else is there to do?

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to hold onto the anger. To let it burn steady instead of flashing and dying out. To use it as fuel instead of letting it consume me from the inside.

But would that really make me feel better?

I'll let those heatwaves pass.

I'll remember that it's okay to feel. I'll remember that my anger doesn't have to look like anyone else's to be valid. I'll remember that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is feel everything and still choose kindness.

My anger may be fleeting, but my capacity to feel, to really, deeply feel, has never made me weak.

It makes me human.

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posted this in a poem community & had a request to post it to my main, so here it is! i swear it’s more gay than it is cannibalism.

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I am also writing on these blogging sites:

Medium: @a_js (coming soon) All Poetry: Azure Jo Storm (coming soon)

6/30/25: I do not have any other social media for Azure Jo Storm, tumblr is the only one.

I originally made this side blog for practicing my poetry using a poetry prompt workbook. Now that that is finished, I am now using this account to keep up doing poetry exercises with the writers on tumblr, be the main place you can ask me questions through submissions, share any poems published in poetry magazines/journals, and as well as drop snippets from my potential poetry books I plan on publishing (ya know one day)!

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Argo

Constellation-masted galleon crossing the cosmos sea

Carina passes through hydrogen haze; Vela obscures the sun

From Puppis is born a spangled horizon

Around me the space wind hums --

Casting comets in spellbound orbits

Swirling celestial fireflies shatter the darkness wide

I step on planets like river rocks

Suspended in a torrent of time

Argo drifts into particle storms

Amidst the pulsars irradiated waltz

I dip my toes into the blazing light beams

And spiral into its sparkling salt

The galaxy revolves at my feet; looping into infinity

Like whirlpools of twinkling star-bubbles; reflecting pure eternity

(Inspired by @noxnightingales and @picklemafia one-word prompt "Galaxy" ♥️)

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the marks on her skin are stars, her vessel guards the galaxy

her body,

slapped, scalded

whipped, wrenched,

bathed in a navy blue shade soon to

be adorned in stars upon stars

as the bruises rose to the surface.

her locs of the ancestors bleeding ebony ink hung down her body,

her hair a cloak in space everlasting.

she was everything everywhere,

an epiphany,

all at once.

curled into herself,

knees to chest, arms around legs

tears in her eyes, all three with a twinkle, she watched me softly.

i knew of mother nature, oh but how i reveled finally meeting

maiden sky.

she then extended her body, revealing her vast stature when I saw it,

the sun in her throat,

the meteor shower in her veins,

disks of spirals in her palms,

the planets along her spine,

the black hole in her belly button,

clouds like blush on her cheeks.

i traced each constellation,

named each star,

rotated around her,

my loyalty now her gravity, letting her

claim me

as the darkness overtook my sight leaving her beaming aura

in my wake.

holding out her hand i stepped into it and she raised me to her

bosom where i lay, letting her

mark me.

i buoyed my body to her as she scented me feeling

safe, connected, enlightened, alive.

a galaxy was before me,

and she was fond of me.

~ A.J.S

'Galaxy' prompt by @noxnightingales & @picklemafia

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💙 this prompt was fun! I'll have to do more in the future if more are coming.

~ A.J.S

Knife Aftertaste

Sometimes I lick a knife

Washed clean from icing that dressed the

Endless cupcakes

Letting the flavors of the decorative coating

Permeate my being.

It tastes like -

Belting out a high note leaving me breathless,

A surprise rainfall hitting my scalp,

Eyes locking on to each other like a missle launch,

Contrails forming above me in the horizon,

Holding in laughter at 1 am, tears streaming,

A thought grabbing onto my person

Before I could forget again.

The cold blade tickles my tongue on its

Sharp edge warning me

Like always.

Like always,

I will again pick up that knife

And savor something more out of life.

one word prompt 'knife' - @nyx-tenberis @picklemafia

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Knife Aftertaste

Sometimes I lick a knife

Washed clean from icing that dressed the

Endless cupcakes

Letting the flavors of the decorative coating

Permeate my being.

It tastes like -

Belting out a high note leaving me breathless,

A surprise rainfall hitting my scalp,

Eyes locking on to each other like a missle launch,

Contrails forming above me in the horizon,

Holding in laughter at 1 am, tears streaming,

A thought grabbing onto my person

Before I could forget again.

The cold blade tickles my tongue on its

Sharp edge warning me

Like always.

Like always,

I will again pick up that knife

And savor something more out of life.

one word prompt 'knife' - @nyx-tenberis @picklemafia

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LAST CHAPTER FROM THE WORKBOOK IS DONE!

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NO MORE ASTERISKS, NEXT POEM YALL SEE FROM ME IS ALL ON MY OWN!

This workbook took me weeks to do and while I am always glad to take my time and really let my mind think.....I am so glad to be done with this self given homework 😂.

Cause now I will be taking a break as I dive deep into what I want to start writing first! As well as read from other poets.

Long ago I wanted to be an author of fictional prose stories buttttt as time went on I lost interest in writing fictional stories BUT I had one book title that I so badly wanted to be a thing. *Giggles* And I'm about to make that want come true! Plus I do be daydreaming so I also have other titles that would make such awesome titles, I'm birthing those too!

Really I am happy to get started! I've even figured out how I want to go about sharing my poetry with people who know my actual name.

My poetry is for me to make peace with every emotion and experience I have felt and or lived. I write unfiltered, uncensored, and unapologetically - if what I write makes you uncomfortable then I suggest not continuing to read it. I will never write what he, she, they, you, want me to write.

^ Literally Imma have that disclaimer before each book.

Also~

Speaking of names, I have decided to use a pen name for my poet persona. So let me introduce myself and the poem of my penname:

Hi, my name is Azure Jo Storm and I can't wait to go down the path less followed.

~ A.J.S

practice poems to my own poems soon

This side blog was created as an outlet for myself to express myself with poems and poetry and maybe even written in verse.

Currently (5/19/25) I am doing poetry exercises to really learn about poem structure and poetry as an art form. I'm using the book "Lighting Path: 75 Poetry Writing Exercises" and publishing each exercise poem as a way to be public with my progress. Each of these poems will start with an * to show that I am following the workbook prompt.

Then, once done, I will be diving headfast into my own poetry! I am really excited about this actually. The only poetry I ever did was in middle / high school and though I vaguely remember being told by my English teacher that my poem was good, I never sought out to do more. At the time I was more into writing prose stories instead...and that over the years has died out so giving a poetry a try is like reuniting me with being an writer/ author! Like I'm coming home. Truthfully I am hoping that my poetry can help me self regulate my raw feelings, my emotions, my thoughts, my dreams etc. Like I never once learned to express myself in a way that allowed me to heal from my hurt, whether done to myself or by others, in a way that actually let me heal and move on with no resentment. I bottled way too much up as a kid and I didn't have a good guide to help me find different ways to handle what I felt. No one ever said to me "what you are feeling is valid but your reaction cannot be this." Nope, instead I was seen as a burden and they just wanted to be be quiet not wanting to deal with me. Yeah well I'm not staying quiet; all my poems will be heard in all ways I want and if someone gets their feelings hurt by reading them I'm not apologizing. This is my way to heal and I come first this time. They can find their own way to heal from it, it's time I really find a way to help me. I'm the one in this body and I don't want this body to feel the weight it has been for over 20 years now.

I'm even thinking of maybe self publishing if the opportunity presents itself! Right now though, it's all about just speaking out with no regrets, not anymore.

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*Circular 

Text [Shadows obey no corners, They follow the numbers on the clock, Weaved together by the light fading away.]

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*The Woman Free from Motherhood

Mockingbird

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*How are you? Ver 2

I answer ‘good’ at whim, regardless if it's true or false, to keep the Earth moving. 

They don’t stop their feet to see me, see inside me, see through me, or to see at all.

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*How are you?

I answer ‘good’ at whim, regardless if it's true or false, to keep the Earth moving.

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*Crystal Ball 

I would make you choose as you sit, lost among the stars 

looking into your crystal ball -

Kill the one person who brought you goodness or,

Kill everyone else that would never bring you goodness but would for others.

How good are you? 

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*Let there be

Let there be 4 seasons

As a new breath becomes new life after a sound sleep,

As the blood yearns to be warm under a late night but bright sky,

As seeing colors change shows them the miracles they prayed for.

As the cold nights bring dreams into a sound sleep. 

Let nature never wane for all its following days. 

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*Astrology Signs

Aries - a wildfire that blows smoke down over waters, plains, mountains, hills, skyscrapers, and houses refusing to hide her newest form of courage

Taurus - a mother holding an infant suckling at her breast as it bites and the mother winces humming a soft tune to guide the chaos she feels like pins and needles in her feet 

Gemini - Three headed - five headed - seven headed - nine headed Hydra who licks you in temptation but herding you back to its cave in curiosity as you wander in seeing its jewels big as hearts inside

Cancer - With her tears she collected in a bottle, she pours the liquid into the blind man's eyes and prays he can see the suspicions that won’t leave her mind

Leo - Not just a lion - all predator, stalking across the land claiming every nook and cranny, every inch of a place to build the home she was denied as a babe and invite wayward outsiders to stay with her

Virgo - like a thesaurus book in the no one ever bothers to read to learn understand one another 

Libra - They are every judge, hitting the gavel with a ringing echo painting the history of the world

Scorpio - He is camaraderie carrying back an ill fallen soldier to bury the short time they knew each other 

Sagittarius - a constant laugh track the script of your life depends on

Capricorn - roses on the vines that grow back year after year despite the gardener's hard toiled work

Aquarius - a soup filled with a spice for the savory, sweet, salty, sour, and bitter tongue wanting to be the first of its kind.