sagedbelladonna

[sagedbelladonna]

𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽

𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝓫𝔂: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 ⏁ 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼

Warnings: None

Trees warn each other of danger.

My tree has been warned countless times

shocked by signals across the fungal network

by those who share my eyes

It wasn’t easy to form my sense of self

and I’ve taken many years to find my self-actualization.

The cause being the resistance from my horde

plunging myself into a pool of their purgatory-in-construction

I’ve been forced to compromise with others’ wants

instead of ensuing my own

I’ve been guilted to diminish my prospective

so my father wouldn’t fear the withdraw being shown

Now I sit here with a blank page before me

no one’s page but my own, no one’s inhibition but mine to flee

Words I don’t possess dragging my limbs into heat

Desperate for me to a live a life that isn’t mine, but of thee

To feel discontent of no longer holding my hands

and no more guiding my stepped-on lands

is a mistaken burden I’ve held heavy on my bands

But I hold it from love, for it isn’t burning sand

I’ll forever hold my times with strength and care

As I experience my first steps

My first word

My first love

My first heartbreak

My first mistake

My first victory

I’ve left the road only to be met buy a blank notebook

Isolated intentionally so no one but me can look

Now is when I’m given a life of my own with no objectors

Giving me a chance to make my world technicolor

I’ll forever hold the times where I was unconscious

And where I felt the physical pain of earth’s lenience

As the words of a thousand angels spoke to me

“It’s Experience”.

[sagedbelladonna]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝓫𝔂: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 ⏁ 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Just for your information, collection is in the works. The masterlist for these new poems will be posted when the collection is complete and all poems are published. Thank you! ˚₊‧꒰ა♥︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

My hardships grew mold around my past

had known false loving when I was illogical

but I’ll love the sun as you are my cast

though, I’m scared for your water and love to be prodigal

My heart is a cave filled with honey.

All of my pains point to old wounds

worth that isn’t ours is like money

as what is ours are like brooms

My heart shows my hurt feelings are real.

But I suppress them, for they don’t seem worthy

I took all of your darkness and ate it whole

and rather have your euphoria as my priority

My heart is a storyteller.

My heart is a book of pain.

each route I take will leave a piece

As locusts fly, making a stain

My heart is a book of need.

A written chance of feel

keeping myself, I sink into moss

desire is a charge, not something to fulfill

My heart is evolution.

Morphing is of my innocence’s mutation

I am a changeable feast, as are all of we

master of my own ship of reincarnation

My hardships grew mold around my past

had known false loving when I was illogical

but I’ll love the sun as you are my cast

though, I’m scared for your water and love to be prodigal

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 & 𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔱

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

Warnings: None :)

A/N: I just want to start off by saying thank you for the attention I have received on the work I have written. This goes out to all platforms, which would make sense because I'm not getting any gain on this one specifically 💀. Regardless, you have an infinite amount of my appreciation. The significance of this poem is about being an accessory to pleasure and overcoming it with the epiphany of self-respect in its entirety, and severing the ties of the person that has lead them on. Enjoy ☆

A sweet dream and a fix of yourself

I’ve cried from your face

Would you ever say all the things you hid

instead of leaving with no trace?

You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears

had hope and that’s enough because

I just don't wanna hear

you not knowing what you say to me

If anything, you’re killing me

I know my worth more than your want

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

You said you don’t want to risk it all

but I knew you never cared at all

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

Don’t think that your holding on me

will get you in my pants

So get off my bed and leave me be

If it was gonna be a quick end

I’ve tried to keep up at your pace

While I feel like I’m a waste of space

Wasted away from what you’re thinking

and away from what you’re doing

I know my worth more than your want

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

You said you don’t want to risk it all

but I knew you never cared at all

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

Made me feel I was all set

thought I liked you a lot

but now I’m really upset

Sick I don’t wanna lose you

regardless of what you do

but that doesn’t mean I’ll ditch my self-respect

I know my worth more than your want

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

You said you don’t want to risk it all

but I knew you never cared at all

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

I know my worth more than your want

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

You said you don’t want to risk it all

but I knew you never cared at all

guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

Guess it wasn’t enough to give my love

Guess it wasn’t enough to give my all

guess I’m better off keeping my all

I’m better off not giving you my love

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

Warnings: None, just Angst.

A/N: Hi! Just want to pop in and give you a summary of this poem. The significance of it is a specific warning to someone about their intentions with hipervigilant people who severely express their vulnerability. Enjoy ☆

Long skirts, flowy lace

and leather laced boots

You don’t know much

for her looks and her books

It’s confusing how all you know

is the openness of her past

from struggling in loving low

and the fear that she still has

Flying soul, skylark

and you string the pier

Just like a promise

and it kept her here

She won’t dance in the limelight

but she will dance in front of you

She’ll throw it all in the river

if you let her light in the shadow of you

Don’t waste that time if love

can’t ever be handled by you

If she’ll throw it all in the river

will it lead on her if it stays with you

Whimsy, brown, green

trapped in her green pierced eyes

hooked like a white witch moth

Waves crashing, hoping for no lie

Heart blows, easy play

and playing her is just ease

She runs against the tide

by just the way you tease

And she hadn’t unravel

in so long

It wasn’t naive

it was lost

In the river

In the shadow

Like a promise

It kept her here

In the river

Waves crashing

Lost ravel

It led her there

But she knows, she knows

that she took you there

And you know, she told you

that she almost wasn’t real

She knows, she knows

that it’s much to bare

When you know, you know

you know you can’t compare

And she hadn’t unravel

in so long

It wasn’t naive

it was all just lost

She won’t dance in the limelight

but she will dance in front of you

She will swim in the river

if her light dulls in the shadow of you

Go ahead and scream “crazy” if her love

can’t ever be handled by you

But if she’ll throw it all in the river

it will lead on her if it stays with you

[sagedbelladonna]

A new poem is releasing this Friday ☆

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔗𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔶

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

TW: Mentions of trauma, complex post traumatic disorder (CPTSD), battles of eating disorder, body dismorphia

A/N: Please note that my poems are a discussion of aspects of my life experience! You have the liberty to scroll if the following mentioned are a sensitive topic for you. Please and with respect, refrain from commenting ill-critical remarks or any statements that can be deemed negative.

I haven’t bit useless grit

since I was thirteen

I haven’t seen the trees

shine from the beam

Reflections of me, screaming

out what comes from the eye

You would’ve known what went wrong

If I would have died

From my face

my garbs

And my body

and my scars

Do you know me?

See me?

Am I not enough

to fit as pretty?

Act like nothing affects me

when I look careless

But I can feel you watching

reputedly I’m not feckless

I could’ve done anything

if I wasn’t weak

I eroded myself to the bone

waste away, never keep

From my fringe

my eyes

And the shape

of my frame

I could feel your eyes watching me

yet I’m the one to blame

There is no symbolism

to the skin that I’ve worn

It’s just meant to be seen

but I wish my seams were torn

From my body

which is body

And my mind

where eyes have told

Why have what’s temporary

when I have a soul

I’ve gotten rid of the patterning

Bodies that’ll soon be mist

I've gotten rid of your diagrams

fun to miss than to be with

[sagedbelladonna]

I just finished reading Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow and now I'm breaking within myself.

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔚𝔢𝔱 ℭ𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

You’re smug once your broken glass lies

You might just make me cry

I’ll wipe my eyes while you’re towering high

afraid, I just say “nevermind”

Eat more of your fire

Are you still hungry?

I’ll burn if you keep grabbing

Do you still not understand me?

Different now that I’m free and

once contrived to worship you as narcissus

My pain equates with the river

you’re really just a narcissist

You’ve wasted me

all day long

I’m a wet cigarette

all day long

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔈𝔳𝔦𝔩

𝔑𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

WARNINGS: Mentions and Recovery of Domestic Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Depression, Prescribed Drugs/Therapy. [DNI if sensitive to any of these topics]

*BEFORE YOU READ: This is not a poem, this is a personal narrative that I thought would be best to share. Taken that most of my poems here on this page share my experiences and the troubles I've succumbed to, I figured it be best to do the same to the narratives I've written, this one being the first. One thing that should be best known is that I will not allow my narratives, and my narratives only, to be reposted. Other than that, you are still free to repost the poems. Just please understand that these pieces of my work are more detailed to my personal life than my poems which is best that this type of work is left alone and untouched, and only meant to scroll through and read.*

I consider it my only saint, my only haven, to run for comfort and love. My skin wet, engulfed by its floods. My clothes are drenched and heavy as I lay on my back, floating upon the surface of a lake nearby my home. No mom and dad, no friends or foes, just me alone and the lake that carries me.

I look up from the stars decorating the black sky to the glowing moon and I remember feeling numb, but relieved and free. It was something I’ve missed and had never felt in so long after feeling trapped in the arms of who I thought I was my suitor that now finally having that feeling, I get to relish in it.

He says, “You never loved me” , “I’m the one who’s in pain not you”, “don’t do this, do that”, “you won’t like what happens if you don’t watch yourself”. I always wondered if there was something wrong with me, that it was always my fault, that I’m vile, toxic, and that I don’t deserve to be happy once our ties are cut.

“I recommend she starts taking these daily," the doctor says to my dad and then looks at me with pity I feel I don’t deserve. I’m sitting on a seat covered with the thin sheet of paper I’ve already crumpled and ripped underneath my clenched hands, looking only at my feet instead of the anti-depressants in my father’s hands.

I remember thinking, I didn’t want to take them, that I didn’t feel depressed. I only felt evil. If that really were the case then what am I doing in a room that wreaks of antiseptics? Why am I in this state if it is for nothing? I wouldn't need to heal from nothing, would I?

It was like I lost myself, like all my thoughts lost their balance and that my head is now dizzy that it’s the only thing that’s noticed right as I got quiet. I didn’t even realize I was talking until I heard a voice in front of me say, “Thank you for sharing”.

“You’re not evil.” I heard the psychologist say, breaking me out of my thoughts. “You’re not in pain for nothing”, at that moment I contemplated while listening, still figuring out if I should trust whatever comes out of their mouth. Being in denial as I sit in a metal chair alongside quiet people.

“You’re trying to heal from that pain until it is nothing. The guilt he made you feel, the ache he made you endure, the grasp he had on your vulnerability. That is not your fault, you did not break him. You did not want control, you only wanted to give.”

That’s when I looked up at her, then the people around me. “Sometimes sweetie, people like him aren’t worth giving”. One of the ladies said. My eyes were met with faded brown ones, it was a woman much older than me. She had beautiful dirty golden hair embroidered with white streaks.

She gave me a sympathetic smile, pursed lips. “Let him call you evil just ‘cause you ran honey, but don’t let it get to you. He’s stomping in his boots because he didn’t get his way with a lady just as wonderful as you. Take it from me, he ain’t worth shit”.

I thought I’d be deafened by the remembrance of his words forever until I finally saw my past self. I finally saw how he was the one who bit my hand whenever I provided everything that was yearned for and had him feed off of it. The words repeated in my mind like a mantra. ‘People like him aren’t worth giving’.

I gave my all and though I regret every piece of me for trying, I’m reminded of how I used to let his words eat me up, his threats, his actions. I knew it was never worth it in the beginning. I was glad that at that point I knew I had to stop feeding him, knowing he would bite it again and never stop until my hand falls off.

I don’t need my healed wounds to be used against me, nor my words being twisted like screws as if I’m the one who used them to nail the coffin shut when they were his screws, his coffin all along. Why need him as my tranquility when I have what I’m floating on right now?

I continue to stare at the moon, still floating upon the surface of the lake. I feel livelier and less sicker. I’ve known as soon as the waters gave me a loving embrace, one that's fresher than the rotten ones he used to give me. 

I had suffered long enough to have those pages burned, I loved him honestly and it was lethal. I never knew what it meant to be happy in what I thought was a relationship, so I ran. In his eyes, I guess that makes me selfish, so be it, but I’m free.

“I’m not evil.”

*A/N: Help is Available*

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[sagedbelladonna]

𝔘𝔭 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔞

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

Black, orange, yellow

in the distance from where I’m standing

Black leather laced boots now dusty brown

from the dirt while I’m dancing

Pricked and stabbed

by puncture vines below my being

Up the mountain ranges of Sandia

observing mankind from seeing

up high like a monumental statue

seeing Kirtland from afar

I want to be alive, cast my virtue

Even with a daguerreotype of myself

Watching what everyone & everything can do

Like I’m radiating my health

I analyze them

I admire them

Without a thought from my head

I’m glued up in the retro ground

Spray No. 5 before you go to bed

I can feel the animals waking up with me

I can listen to the wind’s soothing wave

I’ll run if you call for me

If you don’t, I’ll run all ways

I’m stuck in a visioned hurricane that’s headed towards

these dry and arid lands

that is my Garden of Eden

my sacred place

retribution and absolution

headed to right where I’m standing

Wake up

Wish I could stay in a blissful moment

to the point where it won’t be a moment

to where I could live it again

I wish I could live it again

if given the chance

Black, orange, yellow

in the distance from where I’m standing

Black leather laced boots now dusty brown

from the dirt while I’m dancing

Pricked and stabbed

by puncture vines below my being

Up the mountain ranges of Sandia

observing mankind from seeing

[sagedbelladonna]

𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖊

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

*WARNINGS: Self harm, depression [DNI if sensitive to the following topics]

I don’t believe I’m real

I’m in contrast with the world

I don’t believe I exist

But I see myself in my shell

and I look around it

Blood on my mouth

from your skin that I bit

You left me out

cold

walking alone

Swaying my bag of groceries

that I will soon throw

Crush it crush it crush it

make it bleed, make me bellow

go away, get away

don’t think that at this time I’m mellow

A person like you will break me and my mind

I’ll laugh and I’ll scream

eat broken eggshells

then cry even as I still beam

I yearn for crave of salt

sprinkle safe haven on me

Bite my tongue as I bide my time

as I birth my evil out of me

Your razors pain me to the point

where my rivers are damp

Pity party

so sorry

It’s your fault you give me cramps

You promised to go with me

but all you did was fuck me over

I rip your face apart as I cry

Fuck you, I am my four-leaf clover

I draw what I envision

and write what I feel

I’ve held something for it

to make it real

Spike my veins with venom

and loved you, cyanide

I’ve wanted to die loved

but you’re not mine

I’m riding past Candelaria road near Loma

while you think about how my lips tasted bitter

Disappointing the man whose loins I sprung

To be judged all the time like I’m litter

I’ll go anywhere as long

as it’s with my paramour

I wasn’t loved more than anything

until I was mourned

I yearn for crave of salt

have its divination bathe me

Bite my tongue as I bide my time

as I scream like banshee

[sagedbelladonna]

Give

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

I give.

Will you get it?

I worked my way up to the top

this is my ride

I’ve got my blood, sweat and tears to mop

but also to hide

I am not who you think I am

I want you to know I am not like that

I don’t treat my illness like show & tell

I vitally hide like a bat

I best run solo for now

I best not be acknowledged

It’s best to not let it be a how

and let it be less if you expect it

But you’re already doing that

and yet

I give.

I get a second opinion about you

there are times where I’m not blind

and if I am revived at times

will you continue to leave me behind?

Everyday you accompany me

and I cherish you with hugs that are warm

I’m a committer so I’m willing to grant

isolation being my reward, to myself I mourn

It took days for me to trust what we are

Yet I look into your looking glass

and instead of love, I see my scars

Even while I suffer

even while I hurt

while I writhe, while I ache

I still give.

Do you get it? No? 

I give, I get nothing from you

No cherishment, loyalty

But I don’t care because I still love you

And I want you to know that I hate it

I show my rage by crying until my gums ache like heath

With the burning passion and urge inside me

I want to rip your bitterness out with my teeth

You will become stiff and stare at me

while I scream and rip your curtains off my windows

I’ll watch your book cover burn with the trash

from the flames that you ignited around my gallows

Yet when my thoughts could help the pain

It doesn’t and it builds up

My gums will remain to stay the same

and you would continue to cut

I love you, but you don’t understand me

You don’t understand my feelings

You don’t understand what I want to be

and you’ll never understand why I give

You say I need to stop overthinking

but you are the one who makes me overthink

And I’m right with how I see your acting

that even you know it makes me sink

Yet you don’t care

You’re apathetic and it makes me sick

It cuts my stems willingly

And you just peel streaks off of my petals

As if they’re satisfactory

Are you satisfied?

Are you proud?

Are you relieved?

While I’m trapped in your crowd

that you can’t see my misery?

you throw coal on my walls

once I became your art

and I’m bruised

you tell me life isn’t that hard

I can't say this

I can’t do that

Your rotten, no endurance

I go back to black

But I swim in its obsidian pools

and I dance through its halls

While you drown in what I give

as your summer dies to my fall

I gave

You got it

[sagedbelladonna]

I'm writing a poem about rage.

[sagedbelladonna]

Rain Is My White Noise

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

Rain is my white noise

as I am my own soulmate

Relaxing in the winter sun

Go let the landslide bathe

Step in, it needs to step out

rotten apple, fall or you contaminate me

Sometimes I fight the urge to shout

I take my heart, for it is heavy to care

Take it, take it now

Lift my solitude and give it flair

Damn the bad apple, damn the sharded glass

I need the gore of mine cradled

Like mizzle kissing grass

I’ve dug myself many holes

for the element to get in

I’ll let myself go

when there’s more of you that meets my skin

I like it best when you drive me around at night

bright lights luminating in the dark

Cause it gives me the chance to touch your mind

feeling your color wrapped around me in your car

I take my heart, for it is heavy to care

Wrap it with your long stem roses from spring

I’ll wait for it since that’s all I do

cover it with your song while we’re on a motel spree

Rain is my white noise

as it is my own soulmate

I can see my love storming

and I’m letting the landslide bathe

[sagedbelladonna]

I am It

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

I’m spinning around my flames

dancing like the fire that’s lit from your matches

I am a lioness

I am a hellhound

I am Mary, Lilith, Ophelia

I am It

[sagedbelladonna]

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔄𝔰𝔨 𝔐𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢

𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖊 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔐𝔢

𝕬𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔨𝔢 ℑ 𝔊𝔬 𝔗𝔬 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶

𝕾𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

𝔘𝔭 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔞

ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔴

𝕺𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

𝔐𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶

𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 ⅡⅩⅡⅡ

ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔰 𝔐𝔶 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢

ℑ 𝔄𝔪 ℑ𝔱

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 ⅡⅩⅡⅢ

𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢

𝕬𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖑 ⅡⅩⅡⅢ

𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢

𝕬𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙 ⅡⅩⅡⅢ

𝔚𝔢𝔱 ℭ𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢

[sagedbelladonna]

Rainbow

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ⏁ 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔰

I see a vision

a vision raised by crystal

but misty, blear

and very dear

A sea and a storm

where my geothermal vessel can imbibe

one without the other

They’ll mistaken my nature as the tide

as the wave

when really

I am the lightning

I am the thunder

A key to a mystery

showering the earth

A girl full of wonder

and bringing home herbs

I’m quite quiet

I’m quite nonchalant

I’m quite the person that keeps to oneself

but I don’t consider part of it

as a continental shelf

What I hold in and repress

are clouds

Cooling their heels until

those clouds spill my crystals

meeting the waterline they now drown

I’m prudent when it comes to revealing

what’s underneath the sclera

what’s underneath the vision

they presume to be

and what’s really the vision

that I intend to beam

Red lips gleaming orange

smudged out as I kiss Blorenge

The hill that borned the fruits in my garden

that I mother against the sprouted sporanges

Yellow in light

Light in my name

Green in my belief

Green in my veins

Indigo luster blinding my eyes

the shine and flash of the glass

that separates me and the swimming cast

Violets blooming in my backyard

Artemis is watching over me

listening to me

making sure I won’t be chased unless

it’s by someone that’s capable of loving me

Crystal vision now dewdrop vision

reflecting the green heart of my Gaia

from the strike of Himiko

they show me a wavelength of my life

You see it but you’re blind

I am in the sky

Soaring like Rhiannon

I am shining like sunstone

Pirouettes like whirlpools

I am gleaming like rainbow

Rainbow in front of you

I’m holding it in my hands

I give you the rainbow

I give you my all

for you

You, Rainbow, Oasis

For you to see through me

and accept it

Maybe for you to read this

and thumb through the pages

when I’m asleep on your couch

and love it

and love me

They’ll mistaken my nature as the tide

as the wave

when really

I am the lightning

I am the thunder

I am the shining

I am the glimmer

I am the rainbow in front of you

You holding my heart in your hands

I’m giving you the rainbow

I’m giving you my all

For you

You, Rainbow, Oasis

Love me

Love me

Love me