Hi there! nice to meet you!
Just your local faerie poppin in!
I'm super excited to be here! I love creating~
I thought it would be a perfect representation of me to start off with a poem I wrote! I'm going to fill this place with everything and anything from my mind! stories, thoughts, adventures, dreams, poetry, and whatever else that happens to come out of my wild thoughts.
anyways,
I typically like writing poems about things that make me happy like nature and such, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone with this one and write about the hidden parts of my mind. I used to fear of speaking about the darker things scared it would taint the image I have of myself as someone who tries to make an effort to seek and spread positivity, but then I realized dark times are what make us human, those experiences are there to help us grow. they are nothing to be ashamed of. no need to lock them away.
hope you enjoyed the video! you'll be seeing lots more of me around here!!
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song in video: XXXTENTACION - I spoke to the devil in Miami (Instrumental)
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I want to reach into my mind and spill fairytales with my tongue
I want my words to taste like bubblegum, cotton candy, and fresh ripe plums
I want to write of magical things
Waterfalls and rainy springs
The world is filled with so much love. I want my poems to portray thereof
However,
There is a notion that all great artists
Must Reflect upon the darkness
Afterall every fable has its villain
So take a left, a right, then down the stairs
two more lefts across the hall yes right there
Now into the hidden chamber; I hope you aren’t afraid of danger
You’ll see your breath as it passes your mouth
She’s Behind the clouds, take light steps be careful. watch out.
She’s Slumped upon the ice cold floor.
An empty shell of a being who is no more
Occupying this dreary dungeon
Her head an inhabitant of dysfunction
A curious lass tainting my sanity
I’ll scrub till it’s raw purely for vanity,
hoping to salvage my only humanity
failing so desperately screaming profanity
I’ve been quite worried that her presence will ruin the picture of perfection
The stain in the glass the tiring infection
Perceivably why I didn’t pass the inspection
I’ve gone to my wit's end to hide her away
After all you know what they say
Is the demon really dead If you're too afraid to chop off her head?
If you wouldn’t dare let a soul see her bleed.
If you are too petrified to do the deed
So Do me a favor
keep your eyes locked on the scarlet stained concrete.
Don’t lose your gaze as her blood washes away beneath my feet.
For I was told when a tree falls in an empty forest
It lacks a rumble
So open your ears. And Listen for the ever-present tumble
This is my oath to write of peculiar things. I won’t lock away the. nightmares. I'll scribble down even the most sinister of dreams.
