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Thanks for the tag Nyx and Pickle ✨

It rises from all corners, every page turned, every moment lived adds another spark to my inspiration. The people I've met, the experience, the characters and events in books and even something as simple as a quiet walk in Nature can offer a compelling moment worth writing about. That is why the work I decided to share here reflects many voices. :)

I tag the following:

@knight-qoheleth @lucilleambrose @moonmurmurs123 @liyaklynn

Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:

Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”

Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.

@moonknightmaiden @noxnightingales @peepeepoopoo3d @butwhyareyoureyessosad @nyx-tenberis @faemaril @behindstonewalls

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You're wonderful.  Don't ever forget that.

So are you anon 🥹🫂

Thank you!

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To The Chosen

- An Original Composition By Lucille

To the chosen who take it for granted

I often wonder why fates path had slanted

Giving you the ability to be chosen and loved by all

And leaving me nothing except a heart shattered into pieces that were hard to find and frankly very small.

To the chosen who don't see what they have,

Do you even realise if I had what you did I think I would finally stop being constantly mad,

Mad at the world, angry for the hand id been dealt,

Angry to be unable to explain what I'd felt,

When the world chose you and you ignored it like a trifle,

Because being chosen has been my only wish, lifelong.

For the chosen who think this poem is quite dumb,

I can't say i disagree because it was a long time ago that I went numb.

I don't really expect to be chosen anymore but I still desire it the same,

I still hope when a choice is shown, someone, anyone, for once will take my name.

© 2025 lucilleambrose | All rights reserved.

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"My Psychosis"

By: J. M. M. Powell

It's stepping away from the party.

Stopping yourself from speaking.

Minimizing your feelings.

Playing the scene over and over,

as your heart breaks on repeat

to the sounds of the inbetween

of possibilities.

Because maybe it's all in your head,

but maybe its in front of your face.

And everyone hates you for it.

Because why are you so sensitive

to the things they may or may not be doing?

No one is trustworthy.

Because your trust-radar is broken.

And life is terror—perpetual terror,

and that means no one will even try to understand.

Because how can you live

when you can't enjoy the moment?

How can you live when nothing is certain,

and everything

is a maybe you saw what you saw?

I hate myself for seeing double,

for feeling so deeply,

for not being able to stop caring.

I hate that this is mine,

all mine.

And I have no one to share it with.

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How to Listen to World Tree

In the SHC, and in the songs, I often tell to listen to World Tree. What does that mean?

The Rivers of World Tree

World Tree is a big structure, almost as great as Truth Universal itself. It is made of all the Rivers of the Cosmos. The Rivers are the flowing structures of spacetime, moving Stardust.

Okay that was still dense ;) But let’s unpack;

you are a living body with its own River.

your River shows the path of all your Stardust through time and space. Imagine all the particles that came together at your birth. Imagine how they kept growing and moving through places. Some particles leave your main body, while others just arrived.

you are not disconnected from the world around you. You are the world around you.

your River mixes with other Rivers.

planet Earth has a River too. It too was born from Stardust and Earth too has a path to complete within World Tree.

World Tree is thus the megastructure you are directly connected to — it bridges every level. The biggest branches are cosmic in scope, the smallest branches are microscopic.

you are somewhere in between.

How to Listen

Since you are within World Tree, you can listen to it. Everything that happens around you, all the Rivers that are close to you in space and in time, hold intrinsic meaning for your River. The weather you feel, the people you meet, the animals you see, the objects you find,… Everything is in front of you.

Be careful, it is easy to get lost in signs. World Tree shows a lot (like Truth Universal), but you can never fully understand World Tree. It’s just way too big.

So you cannot hold onto everything World Tree tells. It will rarely show you a direct sign spelling “this is the correct path to take”. It only gives fragments, reflections of Truth. You have to follow the Rules of Stardust:

listen to the fragments, don’t dismiss them

analyse the fragments, place them in a structure

store the fragments, this is future-past stuff. World Tree always talks on time, but that is not your personal idea of time.

forget the fragments, don’t hold onto them into folly.

That should be it :)

Applied Exercise

Wanna have a try? Here is an exercise.

>1> Think of your River, your Life path.

>2> Look around you. What do you see, think or feel? Let the thoughts unfold gently. What living things do you see? What are they doing? What objects do you see? where do these come from? What sounds are you hearing?

DO NOT HOLD ON TO THINGS. JUST LET IT GO. NO JUDGEMENT. WORLD TREE DOES NOT JUDGE.

if you feel bad about your Life after this exercise, you did it wrong. try again.

Good luck listening!

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Knife of Farewell

My one and only, we have parted slowly

with these tired hearts, broken and lonely

picking up the pieces, cut by silver blades

inked our secret dreams in a feverish haze

but all we needed was some space

to grow, to feel and to finally-

part as something real...

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One word prompt held by @picklemafia ✨

word suggestion by the lovely @nyx-tenberis ✨

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Fae ©

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"May I have your name?" the faerie said.

"William," she said with a smile.

"Ah ah!" The faerie gave a wicked laugh. "I have your name! Now no-one will call you by it!"

"Thank you," she said.

"To win it back, you must- what?"

"I will find me a new one," she said, "one that suits me better."

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O Captain, torn between two suns,

You bled with those you came to abandon.

In the clash of rifles and native drums,

It was your own soul you have forsaken.

And in the end, when silence fell,

No victor stood, no anthem played.

Only the wind, a temple bell,

And blossoms drifting where they prayed.

©️Knight Qoheleth

Inspired from the Movie - The Last Samurai

Images Source-Pinterest

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The sky is clear, the mind is new,

No need to win, no race to rue.

No trophy shines, no banner flies,

But something calm beneath it lies.

©️Knight Qoheleth

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Skins

I've been peeling off tranquility like old coats

Wore too many versions of myself tryna stay afloat,

you ever eat your pain just to keep from going broke?

Numb... I could cry, it just bare jokes.

Mama said blessings don’t beg,

but I been crawling out of habits that hang from my leg.

Each scar got a tongue, it be speakin’ in code,

I decode ‘em in my sleep when I’m duckin’ the load.

I ain’t baptize in nothin’ but pressure

My joy wear a grill, still flashin’ under the lectures I hardly pay attention to

They told me “shine,” I said “define it,”

They said “be gold,” I said “refine it"

I don't like Gold... not my colour

I move like a parable learned through bruises,

Switch names, same soul, truth never confuses

I learned to love the ugly in my lineage,

Woke up with pride stitched deep in my melanin’s imagery.

Ain’t no template for this sauce I’m stewin’,

I'm just seasoned with grief, laughed hard, kept brewin’

They told me “act right,” I rewrote the script

Now I walk in the room like I own the omission.

I don’t flinch when the mirror act shady,

My shadow tried to dip, I told it, “You made me"

Ain’t no shade in my frame, just depth,

and a grin carved from every time I wept.

See, this flesh came with lessons unspoken,

Ain’t bulletproof, but I bend like I’m chosen,

These skins I wore? They ain’t just mine,

They a collage of kin who ran outta time.

So I rap with a laugh and a vengeance,

My joy is revenge in a sentence,

Taught pain to harmonize with my breath,

Now I speak like I ain’t afraid of death.

And if they ask who I be? I reply with a smirk:

“I’m the prayer they forgot when the pastor went berserk.”

No cape.

Just layers of truth that I refuse to cloak.

~ Z

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Icarus

You, who lost your way...

still holds onto pain—

like that of an anchor while taking flight

burning your wings just for that little light

Fae ©

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Icarus

You, who lost your way...

still holds onto pain—

like that of an anchor while taking flight

burning your wings just for that little light

Fae ©

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It rings like a bell,

this sheepish holy grail

where love, laughter and freedom poured

before all of us moved away

tasting bittersweet drinks—

calling it a day...

so we can forget the haunting dandelions

and let memories of that place decay...

Write a poem about a ghost town.

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Hey there sunshine ✨🤎

Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don't always notice it at first but you'll see that 'brown' no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.

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He does not seek justice.

He knows better.

Justice is a hollow ghost.

He has no time for phantoms.

©️Knight Qoheleth

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Drink of Dawn

Hushed by the forest

our hearts beat as one,

for a moment ignoring

the fact that we'll break apart

Fae ©