Hurrah! I love this! Favourite lines: "when you stop pretending/you're not magick". So, you too found out that we are magicians. Yes, we are magicians creating our own reality while pretending someone else or something else did. If you don't discipline your creativity, writer's block moves into its native nothingness. If you stop confusing conformism and freedom, you can toast freedom. Maria
Hurrah! I love this! Favourite lines: "when you stop pretending/you're not magick". So, you too found out that we are magicians. Yes, we are magicians creating our own reality while pretending someone else or something else did. If you don't discipline your creativity, writer's block moves into its native nothingness. If you stop confusing conformism and freedom, you can toast freedom. Maria
"what if art isn’t what you make
but what leaks
when you stop pretending
you’re not magick?"
So good.
"you ever share something so raw
your shadow asked for a cigarette after?" 🔥🖤😊
You definitely make me purr in color...💜
we’re poets. rebels. lovers.
we write like we’re kissing
every part of ourselves
that's been called
too much.
Love this!
This whole piece is incredible, but the stanza:
“sometimes i wonder
if creation is just a kink for chaos.
if artists are the ones who said yes
to being fucked open by wonder
without asking if it was safe.”
is like a genius revelation and a brutal gut-punch at the same time.
Unapologetic, electric, and uncomfortably true.
The whole poem is raw, fearless, and painfully true for anyone who’s ever made something that cost them a piece of themselves. Damn.
Wild 🐍🌑🔥
just sent the invitation to your dm. may it arrive like a handwritten letter from your inner animal.
Wild
SO GOOOOOOD
Defiance is life
Wild!