Violet__Siren
@mineisforever.bsky.social
enjoyer of words
writer | reader
lost girl | wanderer
#poetry #writingcommunity
writer | reader
lost girl | wanderer
#poetry #writingcommunity
ghosts move like ash in still water,
unnamed,
unholy,
pressing against her ribs
like a cathedral of sorrow
collapsing inward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
unnamed,
unholy,
pressing against her ribs
like a cathedral of sorrow
collapsing inward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 23, 2025 at 2:26 AM
ghosts move like ash in still water,
unnamed,
unholy,
pressing against her ribs
like a cathedral of sorrow
collapsing inward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
unnamed,
unholy,
pressing against her ribs
like a cathedral of sorrow
collapsing inward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
lost apparitions drift through her chest
tattered lullabies unraveling in the dark
hollowed out of life and
bloated with the sorrow
she has long buried beneath her ribs
#poetry
#writingcommunity
tattered lullabies unraveling in the dark
hollowed out of life and
bloated with the sorrow
she has long buried beneath her ribs
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 16, 2025 at 12:55 AM
lost apparitions drift through her chest
tattered lullabies unraveling in the dark
hollowed out of life and
bloated with the sorrow
she has long buried beneath her ribs
#poetry
#writingcommunity
tattered lullabies unraveling in the dark
hollowed out of life and
bloated with the sorrow
she has long buried beneath her ribs
#poetry
#writingcommunity
her tombstone heart
bore no name,
only cruel inscriptions
of promises broken,
mid-breath and deeply-wintered ~
not even her ghosts come to visit;
they feared the cold
and the frostbite they
left her to live alone with
#poetry
#writingcommunity
bore no name,
only cruel inscriptions
of promises broken,
mid-breath and deeply-wintered ~
not even her ghosts come to visit;
they feared the cold
and the frostbite they
left her to live alone with
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 14, 2025 at 11:03 AM
her tombstone heart
bore no name,
only cruel inscriptions
of promises broken,
mid-breath and deeply-wintered ~
not even her ghosts come to visit;
they feared the cold
and the frostbite they
left her to live alone with
#poetry
#writingcommunity
bore no name,
only cruel inscriptions
of promises broken,
mid-breath and deeply-wintered ~
not even her ghosts come to visit;
they feared the cold
and the frostbite they
left her to live alone with
#poetry
#writingcommunity
her chest a mausoleum,
inside, a gravestone heart lay frozen ~
weathered by winters no one survived
#poetry
#writingcommunity
inside, a gravestone heart lay frozen ~
weathered by winters no one survived
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 14, 2025 at 10:56 AM
her chest a mausoleum,
inside, a gravestone heart lay frozen ~
weathered by winters no one survived
#poetry
#writingcommunity
inside, a gravestone heart lay frozen ~
weathered by winters no one survived
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the air is thick with lavender and loss,
with memory knotted throughout her hair;
beauty lingers, like her fond daydreams of him before the ghosts took him,
pressing his form against hers, wandering hand in hand with naked feet upon damp earth, until it all faded into made up tales
with memory knotted throughout her hair;
beauty lingers, like her fond daydreams of him before the ghosts took him,
pressing his form against hers, wandering hand in hand with naked feet upon damp earth, until it all faded into made up tales
July 11, 2025 at 12:31 AM
the air is thick with lavender and loss,
with memory knotted throughout her hair;
beauty lingers, like her fond daydreams of him before the ghosts took him,
pressing his form against hers, wandering hand in hand with naked feet upon damp earth, until it all faded into made up tales
with memory knotted throughout her hair;
beauty lingers, like her fond daydreams of him before the ghosts took him,
pressing his form against hers, wandering hand in hand with naked feet upon damp earth, until it all faded into made up tales
she does not pray,
she plants ~
seeds in earth turned by bloody hands,
her sword resting beside roots
as petals fall from her lips
#poetry
#writingcommunity
she plants ~
seeds in earth turned by bloody hands,
her sword resting beside roots
as petals fall from her lips
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 7, 2025 at 12:45 AM
she does not pray,
she plants ~
seeds in earth turned by bloody hands,
her sword resting beside roots
as petals fall from her lips
#poetry
#writingcommunity
she plants ~
seeds in earth turned by bloody hands,
her sword resting beside roots
as petals fall from her lips
#poetry
#writingcommunity
people have let her down,
yet trees never do ~
they do not ask for apologies
or explanations,
they open,
rooted and reaching,
ready to cradle her when she breaks
#poetry
#writingcommunity
yet trees never do ~
they do not ask for apologies
or explanations,
they open,
rooted and reaching,
ready to cradle her when she breaks
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 6, 2025 at 12:04 AM
people have let her down,
yet trees never do ~
they do not ask for apologies
or explanations,
they open,
rooted and reaching,
ready to cradle her when she breaks
#poetry
#writingcommunity
yet trees never do ~
they do not ask for apologies
or explanations,
they open,
rooted and reaching,
ready to cradle her when she breaks
#poetry
#writingcommunity
each throb tolls a funeral bell
for the girl rotting in her ribcage;
she carries all her ghosts inside ~
stitched from silence and salt
dressed in the velvet of eternity
#poetry
#writingcommunity
for the girl rotting in her ribcage;
she carries all her ghosts inside ~
stitched from silence and salt
dressed in the velvet of eternity
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 5, 2025 at 9:01 PM
each throb tolls a funeral bell
for the girl rotting in her ribcage;
she carries all her ghosts inside ~
stitched from silence and salt
dressed in the velvet of eternity
#poetry
#writingcommunity
for the girl rotting in her ribcage;
she carries all her ghosts inside ~
stitched from silence and salt
dressed in the velvet of eternity
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 4, 2025 at 12:37 AM
she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
she is ash-fed and unholy,
the silence between
prayer and punishment
the saint
the spell
the pyre
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the silence between
prayer and punishment
the saint
the spell
the pyre
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 4, 2025 at 10:09 PM
she is ash-fed and unholy,
the silence between
prayer and punishment
the saint
the spell
the pyre
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the silence between
prayer and punishment
the saint
the spell
the pyre
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM
the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 4, 2025 at 12:37 AM
she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow
she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM
the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
crookedwinged songbird
relearning how to soar on
mended phalanges
relearning how to soar on
mended phalanges
July 3, 2025 at 12:35 PM
crookedwinged songbird
relearning how to soar on
mended phalanges
relearning how to soar on
mended phalanges
her heart is a fire ritual ~
a dark-lit mass
for the godless,
smoke curling from her collarbone
like a curse whispered backward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
a dark-lit mass
for the godless,
smoke curling from her collarbone
like a curse whispered backward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 3, 2025 at 1:08 AM
her heart is a fire ritual ~
a dark-lit mass
for the godless,
smoke curling from her collarbone
like a curse whispered backward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
a dark-lit mass
for the godless,
smoke curling from her collarbone
like a curse whispered backward
#poetry
#writingcommunity
let the forest eat you, darling;
no grave, just earth
splitting its black mouth
and receiving you whole;
cradling and caressing and
escorting you back to
the dirt where we all
arrived from ~ bloodied,
haloed in grief, pious, pale
#poetry
#writingcommunity
no grave, just earth
splitting its black mouth
and receiving you whole;
cradling and caressing and
escorting you back to
the dirt where we all
arrived from ~ bloodied,
haloed in grief, pious, pale
#poetry
#writingcommunity
July 2, 2025 at 5:48 PM
let the forest eat you, darling;
no grave, just earth
splitting its black mouth
and receiving you whole;
cradling and caressing and
escorting you back to
the dirt where we all
arrived from ~ bloodied,
haloed in grief, pious, pale
#poetry
#writingcommunity
no grave, just earth
splitting its black mouth
and receiving you whole;
cradling and caressing and
escorting you back to
the dirt where we all
arrived from ~ bloodied,
haloed in grief, pious, pale
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
The Silent Voice (1893), painted by British artist Gerald Moira (1867-1959).
It's a haunting work about a voice in the lady's head, inspired by a poem written in 1833 and 1834 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. The poem is called "The Two Voices" and deals with depression and suicide.
#art #painting #poem
It's a haunting work about a voice in the lady's head, inspired by a poem written in 1833 and 1834 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. The poem is called "The Two Voices" and deals with depression and suicide.
#art #painting #poem
June 24, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Reposted by Violet__Siren
As the seasons pass so do we
Capturing the moment seems fleeting
Time stops for no one
The butterfly understands
It came from a caterpillar
Its season is but one
Living each #moment
As destiny requires
So it is in our life’s
Breath for today
For tomorrow
May never come
#vss365 #poetry #poem
Capturing the moment seems fleeting
Time stops for no one
The butterfly understands
It came from a caterpillar
Its season is but one
Living each #moment
As destiny requires
So it is in our life’s
Breath for today
For tomorrow
May never come
#vss365 #poetry #poem
June 27, 2025 at 2:42 PM
dressed in lunar,
this void-hearted girl
bleeds moonlight
exhales midnight
her silver grief trails
down porcelain limbs
that have forgotten
how to live without
being caressed by
each carved darkness
#poetry
#writingcommunity
this void-hearted girl
bleeds moonlight
exhales midnight
her silver grief trails
down porcelain limbs
that have forgotten
how to live without
being caressed by
each carved darkness
#poetry
#writingcommunity
June 28, 2025 at 11:52 PM
dressed in lunar,
this void-hearted girl
bleeds moonlight
exhales midnight
her silver grief trails
down porcelain limbs
that have forgotten
how to live without
being caressed by
each carved darkness
#poetry
#writingcommunity
this void-hearted girl
bleeds moonlight
exhales midnight
her silver grief trails
down porcelain limbs
that have forgotten
how to live without
being caressed by
each carved darkness
#poetry
#writingcommunity
a thorn in silence
strangled by velvet petals
no breath left to sting;
beauty made a cage of bloom
as soft hands shaped her decay
#poetry
#tanka
#writingcommunity
strangled by velvet petals
no breath left to sting;
beauty made a cage of bloom
as soft hands shaped her decay
#poetry
#tanka
#writingcommunity
June 28, 2025 at 3:42 AM
a thorn in silence
strangled by velvet petals
no breath left to sting;
beauty made a cage of bloom
as soft hands shaped her decay
#poetry
#tanka
#writingcommunity
strangled by velvet petals
no breath left to sting;
beauty made a cage of bloom
as soft hands shaped her decay
#poetry
#tanka
#writingcommunity
he worshipped the wound
he made in her;
kissed it open
night after night,
licked it clean,
stitched it closed
with pious hands
and silvered strokes
#poetry
#writingcommunity
he made in her;
kissed it open
night after night,
licked it clean,
stitched it closed
with pious hands
and silvered strokes
#poetry
#writingcommunity
June 27, 2025 at 10:18 PM
he worshipped the wound
he made in her;
kissed it open
night after night,
licked it clean,
stitched it closed
with pious hands
and silvered strokes
#poetry
#writingcommunity
he made in her;
kissed it open
night after night,
licked it clean,
stitched it closed
with pious hands
and silvered strokes
#poetry
#writingcommunity
she drinks with bruised lips
from chalaices stained
with lavender ache,
adoring the sting
as if it were worship,
as if the ruin were
forgotten dreams
of him that always
ravish her wilted soul
#poetry
#writingcommunity
from chalaices stained
with lavender ache,
adoring the sting
as if it were worship,
as if the ruin were
forgotten dreams
of him that always
ravish her wilted soul
#poetry
#writingcommunity
June 27, 2025 at 10:09 PM
she drinks with bruised lips
from chalaices stained
with lavender ache,
adoring the sting
as if it were worship,
as if the ruin were
forgotten dreams
of him that always
ravish her wilted soul
#poetry
#writingcommunity
from chalaices stained
with lavender ache,
adoring the sting
as if it were worship,
as if the ruin were
forgotten dreams
of him that always
ravish her wilted soul
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
she’s absinthe and gore ~
the girl you conjure
when sleep refuses
her breath smells of wormwood and ruin,
hot tongue dipped in honey and poison
and she wraps
her thighs around
your sins, love,
calling it prayer
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the girl you conjure
when sleep refuses
her breath smells of wormwood and ruin,
hot tongue dipped in honey and poison
and she wraps
her thighs around
your sins, love,
calling it prayer
#poetry
#writingcommunity
June 25, 2025 at 8:35 PM
she’s absinthe and gore ~
the girl you conjure
when sleep refuses
her breath smells of wormwood and ruin,
hot tongue dipped in honey and poison
and she wraps
her thighs around
your sins, love,
calling it prayer
#poetry
#writingcommunity
the girl you conjure
when sleep refuses
her breath smells of wormwood and ruin,
hot tongue dipped in honey and poison
and she wraps
her thighs around
your sins, love,
calling it prayer
#poetry
#writingcommunity
Reposted by Violet__Siren
I go barefoot
into the tempest,
where the trees bend
like broken promises
and skies crack open
like her ribcage
#poetry
#writingcommunity
into the tempest,
where the trees bend
like broken promises
and skies crack open
like her ribcage
#poetry
#writingcommunity
June 25, 2025 at 8:36 PM
I go barefoot
into the tempest,
where the trees bend
like broken promises
and skies crack open
like her ribcage
#poetry
#writingcommunity
into the tempest,
where the trees bend
like broken promises
and skies crack open
like her ribcage
#poetry
#writingcommunity