A craft, a dangerous point of view.
Still many cradle and hone this lucrative art.
Buried very deep in our hearts; some say it tickles and swaddles them like home.
A special place in their hearts.
Etched in our very souls.
Creeping up the spine.
Spewing from our mouths.
Darling please, this thing will make you heave.
Succumbed to by many.
Oh, believe its bigger than you.
Insidious was the spell.
Encephalon, please learn to expel.
Expel down to the depths of hell.
Engulfed in flames.
Don’t even mention its name.
A divine divination art many crave.
Published by Yaselynn @HoneyKnight.99
I’m journaling through space and time. As a natural born foodie, seeking to establish my own mental health and wellness retreat centers. Evaporating my fears, fighting adamantly for self-love. As a connection activist, I diligently express modern relationships painted vivaciously through the lenses of Poetry, Psychology and some legal finesse. Enthusiastically imparting empathetic, empathetic love, counseling all broken yet kind hearts. As a philosophical, music, literature analyst, teaching traditional dance and integrated health as a mental health and wellness physician. My love for God outweighs our silly interpretations of religion, reminding others and self-reflecting on good religion,relationships and love. Contrary to popular belief we can be happy on earth and in heaven.
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