Abundance -Aesthetic Prose Poetry-

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Skipping through a field of wildflowers, petals brushing against your thighs, swaying in the breeze with a freshly sweet scent enveloping you, trailing your hands through the greenery, a ladybug landing on your collar, joining you on your frolic, the sun is arcing across the sky, casting gold over the land in contrast to the periwinkle blue, so clear and beautiful that it hurts your heart, knowing that you’re leaving this Abundance for Another, a trip across the country to a crammed city of steel and glass towers, the opposite of what you have here and now, so you savor the sights and sounds, smells and swaying, you’ll never have this moment of beauty again, just like this, so you commit everything to memory, tuck it away on a secret shelf in your mind, to pull out on the rainy, cloudy, dreary days smelling of wet concrete and molding gutters, someday after you make your Abundance, you’ll settle back here and rejoice for eternity, but for now, you must go and bid a temporary farewell, but you’ll be back, you’ll always come back.

Noir Aries

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Lily pads in stagnant water where they collect the day’s rain, gazing up in a foggy forest with jagged edges tinged green in a gray sky, vines climbing up marble columns and ensnaring statues, spiked crystals glistening in cool moon rays of light, the Duke and Duchess seated together on gilt edged chairs and clenched hands, “Little by little” she whispers to herself under the neon lights, flowers bloom from the open wounds on her wrists, tall and heavy doors crashing shut with an ominous thud, jasmine blooming at midnight, “Some of us are just better at faking it” she says and gently wipes the man’s bloody face, a fox sleeping gently under the cover of a fan of ferns, your key no longer unlocking their door, broken glass panes in the windows of your childhood home, trailing her fingers through river water, “I’m a sinner” she cries, “Aren’t we all?” he smirks.

Void of the Unknown -Grief Poetry-

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Not getting any answers/Unsettles my very Spirit/What is happening?/Echoes through my mind/Conjuring up horrific images/Drenching my eyes with blood/Crimson tears staining my cheeks/A clownish blush in contrast to my ghastly face/Not knowing if she is still with Us/Or journeyed into the next realm Beyond/Not knowing if she is here nor there/Begging for a sign or message/But being denied completely/Not knowing whether to pray to god or curse him/Make deals and promises with god for a miracle/Anything/For now I wallow in the Void/anger darkening my soul/grasping that the answers may never come/Closure is not a right, but a privilege, a gift/But I cannot stop my raging against the Unkown, not yet/So I continue on into the Abyss alone/Desperate to bring some semblance of her back with me into the Light of Day.

Luminous Jade Aries -Aesthetic Poem-

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Aloe vera leaves cut open and oozing cool slimy gel, eyes cut from stone that see all and store for later uses, greenhouses with dirty windows filled with foliage and smelling of earth’s bounty, rippling currents through murky pool water, squared off nails drawing blood from gripping the sides of your neck, thick brushstrokes layered haphazardly on the canvas, bamboo shoots rising above your head and swaying in the breeze, seeing you with her and still wanting to kiss you in rage, a faerie’s drink of pond water dotted with daisies, tunnels of greenery leading toward you always you, sleeping beneath the pine trees whispering “everything is going to be okay”, silky sheets rumpled and cooling in the midnight air, children climbing in the tree tops above.

Weird Days Require Weird Art & “Suffering” Poem

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Sometimes, as a creative, when you’re having very weird days and nights, the only solution is to create weird art. So that’s what I did! I started out doodling a martini and turned it into this weird face lol. Abstraction of the ordinary helps to soothe the mind when life is being odd. I’ve been having strange dreams and tossing and turning, waking up every hour. My mental health has sort of been involved in the suffering as well. (stay tuned for a poem at the end about that). But creating weird art helps me, quite a lot. Writing weird, abstract poetry is on my to do list as well, I have so many ideas rattling around in my brain; I just need to put them down onto paper. The lesson I’m trying to tell? Embrace the weirdness, let it seep into your creativity. You never know what might just happen! Here’s a poem from a particularly bad mental health night:

Suffering

Dreams ’round every corner/visions at will/teardrops threaten to spill/Running down the hallway/Screaming every name/etched into my brain/Help me please dear god/This life is pure Terror.

Luckily today and yesterday, things are looking up and I’m feeling much better. Sometimes you just have to ride the wave of emotions! If you’re interested in more of my art, my art instagram is at artbyalette and my art shop is at artbyalette.redbubble.com

Hope you’re all doing well and I’m looking forward to blogging much more regularly, yippee! Have a groovy day everyone!

I Created Me -Divines Aesthetic Poem-

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I burst forth from the starry skies, light and energy radiating from my very being, pulsating waves crashing through the clouds, stirring swirls of gray, white, and blue, a tornado of fury wrapping around me, stardust running through my veins, the sky’s ever changing colors captured in my eyes, my heart comes alive with a great boom, sending shockwaves throughout all the universe.

Antony -Aesthetic Poem-

Dark leather armor with bronze clasps and studs, a dark head of curly hair with a pair of hands running roughly through it, a hardened and scarred body that has seen many a close battle, clenched fists gripped around the handle of a broadsword, night terrors of past wars and bloodshed, a queen he loves dearly and would die for, a quick wit and sharp tongue let loose by wine, “Ambitious Beyond Belief”, fights and gambles at the Game of Life…and loses.

Even The Sun Is Sad Sometimes Too -Prose Poem-

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When the sun starts setting, splaying splatters of pinks and reds, oranges and yellows across the sky, tears well up in the sun’s eyes, just a few at first, pooling in the corners, bright blue as the sky, but soon more gather and spill down the sun’s effervescent face, for this is the sun’s least favorite time of day, when the sun must set over the land and let the night-reigning moon take over from dusk til dawn, and the sun must say good-bye to all the people whose faces were grazed upon by the sun’s gentle rays, and who were warmed by the sun’s heat, the sun must bid adieu to the flowers who unfurled to greet the sun, say farewell to the birds who sang and rang in the sun’s herald every early morning sunrise, the sun must now wait until dawn to greet these dear friends, and begin anew once again, for now the sun is sad, but tomorrow will be better.

Genesis -Aesthetic Poetry-

The Almighty bronzed hand pinching a ball of light, glistening in the midst of darkness, rays expanding infinitely, the hand swirls and manipulates the light, stretching and forming what mere mortals now know as the Heavens where Divines reside in everlasting glory.

I Made Me -Aesthetic Poetry-

I burst forth from the starry skies, light and energy radiating from my very being, pulsating waves crashing through the clouds, stirring swirls of gray, white, and blue, a tornado of fury wrapping around me, stardust running through my veins, the sky’s everchanging colors captured in my eyes, my heart comes alive with a great boom, sending shockwaves throughout all the universe.

(I wrote this to begin a series of how the world of Divines -ethereal gods and goddesses- came to be and was created. Just to give some context and backstory. This is just me brainstorming some little poems, hope you enjoyed it!)

Bejeweled Jungle -Aesthetic Poem-

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Wind whipping through the swaying trees, their conversations full of hushings and sushings, brightly colored birds flitting from branch to branch, their song adding to the trees’ whispers, the wind intensifies and emerald and jade jewels begin pelting the earth in a steady rain, covering the mossy jungle floor, glinting and gleaming in the bits and pieces of sunlight filtering through the trees, monkeys scurry along vines, investigating the bejeweled showers from the trees’ leaves, the monkeys’ chattering drowns out the tree’s suspicious undertone of whispering, a cacophony fills the jungle and soon another shower, this time of sapphires, drips from the ever building clouds above, a roiling storm shaking the trees completely awake from their whispering slumber.

A young girl appears in the thick of the storm, begins filling her pockets with the jewels now hiding the jungle floor completely. This bejeweled bounty exchanged for food will be enough to feed her village, they will feast the whole year. The girl braved a storming jungle and was richly rewarded.