Worship me…
This body…
It’s perfection.
Death is mine.
But so is life.
A special power.
I allow you to touch.
To have this divine flesh.
Approach with love.
The pleasure is mine.
You may enter my temple.
Fulfill your desire.
So beautiful…
Made of stardust.
My beloved.
It’s a gift.
A blessing.
A kiss of a god(ess).
Tag: Poetry
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I stood alone in the crowd
Held bags of stones in my hands
But I couldn’t let them go
Even if it was very heavyOriginally written in Lithuanian:
Vienas minioje stovėjau
Rankose maišus akmenų laikiau
Bet niekaip jų paleist negalėjau
Nors buvo labai sunku -
My heart flutters when I see this town.
Its shores washed by the Baltic Sea.
A strange pull that isn’t stopping.
Maybe a piece of my heart forever resides there.
And yet I don’t feel like living there.
But I feel like coming back.
At least once a year.
Walking on its streets.
Taking it all in.
Like strange magic.
Recharging my soul.
So until next time.
I’m coming home. -
It’s hard to describe that feeling…
Walking in the Autumn rain.
Fresh air.
But not too cold just yet.
The sound of rain drops.
Watching them fall in the light.
Hitting the ground.
My umbrella.
Golden leaves at my feet.
Nothing short of magical.
And somehow…
It feels like it’s mine.
Charging me.
Once more, reminding me…
I am here to reign.
A gift of power.
From September rain. -
Where is it that you would go now?
Laying in the dark. Tired.
Soreness and fatigue in the body.
What is it that you would find?
Expect to find. Something.
Ever seeking.
It’s enough, however…
To just close your eyes now.
And just fall. Asleep. -
I could wait for you.
For many lifetimes.
Even if we meet.
Connect.
But to keep the connection…
To truly stay…
Feel…
Are you ready?
I know I am.
For someone to show up.
Fully.
I feel your soul.
But I don’t know.
To stay or to go?
Something tells me…
Go.
There’s something more for me.
A kiss for my soul.
A love for my heart.
A desire…
To be fulfilled.
It’s so easy for me to attach…
When others walk.
And I keep expecting…
Things from those who can’t give.
But it’s time to receive.
To let go.
So speak your truth.
Nothing but.
From deep inside your soul.
Yes or no? -
A town I used to call home.
Somehow feels so foreign now.
And my parents’ house…
It just feels tired now.
No longer cozy.
And it’s as if everything’s familiar…
But there’s no feeling of nostalgia.
A tiny piece inside me feels betrayal.
Even more so, now I want to say…
It’s not home.
It’s not my home.
Even if I used to love it so much as a kid.
Now I just feel like a guest.
A guest who’s been there many times before.
And this was just another visit.
That child from long ago wonders…
How can I do this?
Leave nothing?
Not a single piece of my heart?
Forever.
How can I feel like this?
How can it be?
But not to me.
Not to who I am today.
I just want to…
Gently.
With love.
To let it go.
All of it. -
Don’t be sad.
Your biggest love is right here.
With you.
Always.
The love of your life.
You. -
A while ago I felt him awaken within me.
For the longest time, he slept.
Caged and chained.
He’s free now, I thought.
I’ve let him go, but I still put a leash on him.
I guess, I was afraid to let him roam.
Completely free to go anywhere he wants.
Do whatever he wants.
Oh, and he’s got no fear.
Thoughts and opinions of others mean nothing.
He’s freedom itself.
One I’ve desired for so, so long.
I’ve come to love him.
Stronger and deeper with time.
He has no concept of perfection.
Or ownership.
He’s got the courage to take what he wants and needs.
But he doesn’t need to be brave.
He doesn’t need to be anything.
He just is.
Thus, he can have it all.
He has it all.
Judgement haunts me, but is nothing to him.
My beliefs stop me.
While he believes in nothing.
He doesn’t need to.
So what happens if I truly let go?
I know that a lot of amazing things will come.
But it’s a special feeling that pushes me forward.
I feel him rise.
As he does, so do I.
A feeling so strong.
So extremely powerful.
Like a broken dam that can no longer hold the flow of a river.
My thoughts, fears, anxiety.
The way I judge myself.
My desire to be good, so I can be seen as good by others.
Be loved by others.
It’s all just broken pieces of what I thought I should be.
No longer capable of stopping who I am.
It’s time to level up.
I no longer fit in this box.
Never was supposed to.
It’s not easy.
Uncomfortable.
Even painful at times.
But it’s just so damn incredible.
To feel this power.
To know I’m more than I ever thought I could be.
His leash.
It must go.
Life.
Let it flow. -
She’s calling me back.
The sea.
To where it all began.
My first home.
I don’t know why.
It pulls my heart.
She whispers to my soul.
I must go.
Never really felt like this.
Not about this place.
Nostalgia, is it?
Or is it… Something else?
The waves sing to me.
The sand warms my skin.
I’m standing before her.
The Baltic Sea.
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