Madonna Gein

You burn at the core of my soul,
I clutch you like a dying prayer,
A last breath.
If in time,
#timed and cruel,
You erase me,
Unmake my name,
Forget me as if I were dust,
It will be the end of my heaven,
My hell,
My entire existence collapsing into holy oblivion.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

4/4
You became both the hymn and the wildfire,
The prophet and the pyre,
The sanctuary and the unholy summons.

And still,
Still,
I return with palms open,
Not to be saved,
But to believe.

#poetry

3/4
You thought me that agony could feel sacred if it wore your voice.
That destruction could masquerade as revelation
If it promised a kiss between storms.

In you I found love that did not simply hold me,
It anointed me,
Drowned be,
Burned me
Raised me.

#poetry

2/4
I poured my belief in your palms like frankincense and aching hope,
Praying you would hold your ear to my soul and hear it chant your name in psalmic rhythm.
I knelt at your altar of contradictions,
Half saint,
half fire,
All hunger.
I offered the tattered silk of my heart as sacrament.

#poetry

1/4
Epistle of Devotion and Ruin

To me, love is pilgrimage,
Worship,
Heaven,
Hell
Blood-oath,
Devotion,
Crown,
Altar,
Ruin,
Resurrection.
And so I built a cathedral of my chest to house every holy tremor of your name.

#poetry

I split bone from soul,
begging to stay relevant in your silent heavens.
I flay my heart,
a trembling hymn of longing,
unethical in its ache.
How can you watch unshaken while I burn,
break,
bleed,
just to hold you close,
praying for a mercy you never speak?

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

He called my will untamed,
said I was forged of fire,
that when I vow,
I #achieve,
that no storm or ruin could turn me from what my soul declares holy.
So let the stars witness,
I will purify love into something eternal,
and rise to see what miracles I dare to conquer next.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

My love #measurable only by how my soul still bows
at the altar built on my breaking.
You carved wounds like scripture,
I cradle them,
holy because they had your touch.
I anoint you with every tear,
baptizing my ruin,
still I whisper
beloved.
Fragmented,
I beg to be held sacred too.

#poetry #vss365

I have tasted every #specific shade of you,
light and shadow,
kiss and cut,
warm devotion and chilling neglect.
I’ve held both your mercy and your sting
and still my soul rushes toward you,
unafraid,
choosing you in ruin or radiance.
Isn’t this the love and loyalty you wanted?

#poetry #vss365

3/3
When she speaks,
gods, when she speaks,
her voice is not mere sound,
but invocation
of holy divinity
and sinful lure,
spilling into me like warm wine.
My blood listens.
My bones obey.
Every cell arise in worship
to the sovereignty of her command,
and I
become hers to resurrect.

#poetry #wlw

2/3
Her touch is a composed hunger,
a velvet shock of lightning and midnight,
as though she knows the secret architecture
of every tremor my body has ever concealed.

#poetry #wlw

1/3
When her fingers find my skin,
they don't simply touch,
they summon.
Like moonlight into eons silent crypts,
heat blooms like embers beneath silk,
slow,
deliberate,
coaxing river flows in slumbering veins,
reviving ghost chambers of breath and pulse,
emerging life from the ruins.

#poetry #wlw

Thanks honey. It is unfortunately current events... Not a day goes by that I don't cry for and because of him.

Thank you so much ☺️

I fall before the goddesses,
throat raw,
cheeks striated in salt flow,
pleading.
Let this wreckage have purpose.
Let every scream,
every tear he carved into me become something holy.
I bled months,
unrelenting,
may my suffering be more than torment,
to be sacred #action,
not ruin.

#poetry #vss365

I am pulled to be held together by the arms that shatter.
To be ignited by the mouth that bleeds my heart.
To be resuscitated by the soul that drains mine of life,
called beautiful in my breaking.
You, never the safest #option,
but always the destructive love I begged to call home.

#poetry #vss365

He dares call my agony deserved,
branding my loyalty as fault,
as if devotion was a crime punishable by cruelty.
But venom burns through that lie:
In no #reality did I ever earn his mercilessness,
relieved only in knowing no other soul
was sentenced to his brand of hell.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

I crown myself in sacred fire,
I rise as my own Most High.
My self commandment,
No other gods before me,
For I am a temple,
Scripture,
Prophet,
Throne.
My pulse is a Psalm,
breath a reliquary.
My holy #goal,
To worship the diety that is me,
Forever enthroned in my own light.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

Meeting you was a curse stitched into fate’s tissue,
you held my heart,
mind,
soul,
each thread you misused, abused.
Tearing through every fiber,
yet love binds me still,
chains I never asked for,
belonging I can’t undo,
and gods,
I wish we never met to spare me this ruinous #issue.

#poetry #vss365

You do not write my story.
My heart is its own sovereign realm,
it feels what it feels,
loves what it loves by mystery, not #science.
You cannot command its tides.
You cannot unmake its truth.
My narrative is mine alone
as real as my love, longing, tears, screams and agony.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

I swore I’d never walk away,
never let the bond we built go under,
but you left me stranded in the silence,
counting heartbreaks I can’t #number.
Each dawn erodes my vow a little more,
and I fear the day will come
when even my promise can’t remember what it was fighting for.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

You poisoned the altar of my heart!
Turned devotion into venom,
Love to rot.
How dare you shatter a goddess who came only to heal,
To kneel.
Your #myth ends in fury,
Your name,
A curse spat.
There is no forgiving,
No forgetting,
Only wrath,
Eternal,
burning where your sins are writ!

#poetry #vss365

No mortal may #measure me,
their scales are dust,
their numbers air.
I am the hand that crowns my worth,
the pulse that names its own divinity.
Their judgment fades like breath in winter,
while I remain,
gold,
unweighed,
and wholly mine.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

I feast on #literature like sacrament,
Each page a Psalm,
Each line a dawn.
I build my heaven word by word,
Ink becoming breath,
Wisdom becoming wine.
My soul expands in quiet rapture,
Growing holy in the act of learning,
Divine in the discipline of becoming.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

By sacred #law, I damn you,
may thunder carve your name in flame!
You broke me like your every promise,
each vow a sin against the divine!
Let lightning pierce your cold, cruel heart,
feel the ruin you made of a goddess
who once knelt to you
in love
and now roars in wrath!

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

Reach for hands that strike,
Kiss lips that poison,
Seek the mind that wrote me liar in #history.
I kneel to absence hollowing my chest,
Whisper vows to the cold calling itself love,
Patterns repeat,
Ruin assured,
Still I crave him,
Like breath refusing to learn.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

The rain forgets it's fury,
Light sketches new #geography across my skin,
Rivers of pain now glisten gold.
I rise from the flood,
Name each continent reborn,
And walk toward the sun unafraid,
Carrying my own warmth as the map of my becoming.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

Our love once bloomed in pixels divine,
Now the album stands half empty,
Hollow as a prayer.
You withdraw your light,
Your laughter,
Your face,
Leaving our story a fraction of #famous,
A ghost of it's glory,
Still aching for the trace of you.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt

He,
Not God,
not savior,
Not devil,
not blasphemer,
Just him,
a man,
who loved honestly.
Until I rendered that river drought in fiery wind.
Demons again convinced me he was tyrannic.
I met him with a dagger,
thinking I righteous in my rebellion of his "oppression".
What to do with eternity?

#poetry

My love, my Polaris,
Though the galaxies may scatter us,
My #domestic heart still orbits yours.
No hate can eclipse what was divine.
Even if silence is all that remains,
Know this,
My love endures,
Woven through time's endless sky,
A vow kept beyond the veil of goodbye.

#poetry #vss365 #prompt