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"ABNORMAL"
Intuition is in increasing
I'm levitating straight to my throne as I become your High priestess
Light worker, natural witch, here to help you collect all the pieces
To this puzzle called life, as I create my esoteric thesis
I am not the same since I've been ordained
Feeling like a brand new kind of species
Because I am no longer that fetus
That you can brainwash so easily like they did with ya boy Jesus
Remember nothin is coincidental, the brainwashing is for a reason
If you believe in anything outside that, off with your head bc to them that shit is treason
I'm so beyond they lil agenda, cuz this fall for me is nothing but manifesting season
Started conjuring the help I needed,
therefore I've been granted access through any portal
Met a chick along the way, Persephone, now I'm immortal
She gave me pomegranate fruit, so I can witness the paranormal
N manifest all that's internal
Yea we all got that power, but you must first survive the infernal
Depths of hell where dark meets light filled with entities of the nocturnal
You scared?! We'll go to church cuz this journey is for the abnormal
Knew this a long time ago
When I would no longer go with the flow
Cuz I challenge the status quo
Just to see how much I can grow
As I learn what I know, that balance is the key
As above as below
Orion's Belt, three stars in a row
This one feels like a heart
This one feels like a heart speaking in its natural voice—unforced, unmasked, and unafraid to admit what it still carries. There’s a tenderness in the way you let memory and longing sit beside each other without rushing toward closure. The poem reads like someone tracing the outline of a feeling they haven’t fully released, but are finally willing to look at with clarity instead of ache.
What stands out is the emotional restraint. You don’t dramatize the hurt; you let it breathe. That gives the piece a quiet strength, as if you’re reclaiming your own center while still honoring what was real. The imagery of distance, reflection, and emotional residue creates a soft melancholy that lingers without collapsing into despair.
There’s also a spiritual undertone—almost like the universe is nudging you toward acceptance, reminding you that healing doesn’t erase the past; it reframes it. The poem feels like a step toward that reframing, a moment of truth spoken gently but firmly.
A beautifully honest piece—subtle, human, and resonant.