Madonna Gein
@madonnagein.bsky.social
Amateur poet hoping to work the courage and confidence to publish one day, enjoy! 😁
Across eons,
God and Goddess,
we chase each other through every mortal starfire.
The aurora, sun's scorching kiss in darkness,
anointed us,
we burn,
we resurrect.
What #matters in every lifetime,
we still reach,
still choose,
still try,
still love
because eternity bows to our fire.
#poetry #vss365
God and Goddess,
we chase each other through every mortal starfire.
The aurora, sun's scorching kiss in darkness,
anointed us,
we burn,
we resurrect.
What #matters in every lifetime,
we still reach,
still choose,
still try,
still love
because eternity bows to our fire.
#poetry #vss365
November 29, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Pomegranate spills its crimson sacrifice upon my altar,
offered daily to the sovereign goddess enthroned in my skin.
I commune with her in sacred bites,
#health, beauty, power,
each meal a sacrament, each sip a covenant,
exalting the divine she, who answers to my name.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
offered daily to the sovereign goddess enthroned in my skin.
I commune with her in sacred bites,
#health, beauty, power,
each meal a sacrament, each sip a covenant,
exalting the divine she, who answers to my name.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 28, 2025 at 5:21 PM
In the bitter blackening of hellfire's caress,
I kneel before my shadowed throne,
#learning the gospel of wounds and forbidden longing.
Wings torn,
yet craving,
I press my lips to pain’s altar,
seduced by its promise,
that even darkness,
like him,
can be tamed
and adored.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
I kneel before my shadowed throne,
#learning the gospel of wounds and forbidden longing.
Wings torn,
yet craving,
I press my lips to pain’s altar,
seduced by its promise,
that even darkness,
like him,
can be tamed
and adored.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 27, 2025 at 8:35 PM
In the #reflection, I no longer see the helpless princess of someday,
But the living poem,
Dangerously beautiful,
Flame crafted,
A Queen crowned by her own pyre,
Who summons no paragon,
But a worthy King,
brave enough to stand beside her burning passions
and dazzling radiant power.
#poetry #vss365
But the living poem,
Dangerously beautiful,
Flame crafted,
A Queen crowned by her own pyre,
Who summons no paragon,
But a worthy King,
brave enough to stand beside her burning passions
and dazzling radiant power.
#poetry #vss365
November 26, 2025 at 5:20 PM
In the #reflection, I no longer see the helpless princess of someday,
But the living poem,
Dangerously beautiful,
Flame crafted,
A Queen crowned by her own pyre,
Who summons no paragon,
But a worthy King,
brave enough to stand beside her burning passions
and dazzling radiant power.
#poetry #vss365
But the living poem,
Dangerously beautiful,
Flame crafted,
A Queen crowned by her own pyre,
Who summons no paragon,
But a worthy King,
brave enough to stand beside her burning passions
and dazzling radiant power.
#poetry #vss365
You burn at the core of my soul,
I clutch you like a dying prayer,
A last breath.
If in time,
#timed and cruel,
You erase me,
Unmake my name,
Forget me as if I were dust,
It will be the end of my heaven,
My hell,
My entire existence collapsing into holy oblivion.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
I clutch you like a dying prayer,
A last breath.
If in time,
#timed and cruel,
You erase me,
Unmake my name,
Forget me as if I were dust,
It will be the end of my heaven,
My hell,
My entire existence collapsing into holy oblivion.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM
4/4
You became both the hymn and the wildfire,
The prophet and the pyre,
The sanctuary and the unholy summons.
And still,
Still,
I return with palms open,
Not to be saved,
But to believe.
#poetry
You became both the hymn and the wildfire,
The prophet and the pyre,
The sanctuary and the unholy summons.
And still,
Still,
I return with palms open,
Not to be saved,
But to believe.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 10:39 PM
4/4
You became both the hymn and the wildfire,
The prophet and the pyre,
The sanctuary and the unholy summons.
And still,
Still,
I return with palms open,
Not to be saved,
But to believe.
#poetry
You became both the hymn and the wildfire,
The prophet and the pyre,
The sanctuary and the unholy summons.
And still,
Still,
I return with palms open,
Not to be saved,
But to believe.
#poetry
3/4
You thought me that agony could feel sacred if it wore your voice.
That destruction could masquerade as revelation
If it promised a kiss between storms.
In you I found love that did not simply hold me,
It anointed me,
Drowned be,
Burned me
Raised me.
#poetry
You thought me that agony could feel sacred if it wore your voice.
That destruction could masquerade as revelation
If it promised a kiss between storms.
In you I found love that did not simply hold me,
It anointed me,
Drowned be,
Burned me
Raised me.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 10:37 PM
3/4
You thought me that agony could feel sacred if it wore your voice.
That destruction could masquerade as revelation
If it promised a kiss between storms.
In you I found love that did not simply hold me,
It anointed me,
Drowned be,
Burned me
Raised me.
#poetry
You thought me that agony could feel sacred if it wore your voice.
That destruction could masquerade as revelation
If it promised a kiss between storms.
In you I found love that did not simply hold me,
It anointed me,
Drowned be,
Burned me
Raised me.
#poetry
2/4
I poured my belief in your palms like frankincense and aching hope,
Praying you would hold your ear to my soul and hear it chant your name in psalmic rhythm.
I knelt at your altar of contradictions,
Half saint,
half fire,
All hunger.
I offered the tattered silk of my heart as sacrament.
#poetry
I poured my belief in your palms like frankincense and aching hope,
Praying you would hold your ear to my soul and hear it chant your name in psalmic rhythm.
I knelt at your altar of contradictions,
Half saint,
half fire,
All hunger.
I offered the tattered silk of my heart as sacrament.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 10:35 PM
2/4
I poured my belief in your palms like frankincense and aching hope,
Praying you would hold your ear to my soul and hear it chant your name in psalmic rhythm.
I knelt at your altar of contradictions,
Half saint,
half fire,
All hunger.
I offered the tattered silk of my heart as sacrament.
#poetry
I poured my belief in your palms like frankincense and aching hope,
Praying you would hold your ear to my soul and hear it chant your name in psalmic rhythm.
I knelt at your altar of contradictions,
Half saint,
half fire,
All hunger.
I offered the tattered silk of my heart as sacrament.
#poetry
1/4
Epistle of Devotion and Ruin
To me, love is pilgrimage,
Worship,
Heaven,
Hell
Blood-oath,
Devotion,
Crown,
Altar,
Ruin,
Resurrection.
And so I built a cathedral of my chest to house every holy tremor of your name.
#poetry
Epistle of Devotion and Ruin
To me, love is pilgrimage,
Worship,
Heaven,
Hell
Blood-oath,
Devotion,
Crown,
Altar,
Ruin,
Resurrection.
And so I built a cathedral of my chest to house every holy tremor of your name.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 10:29 PM
1/4
Epistle of Devotion and Ruin
To me, love is pilgrimage,
Worship,
Heaven,
Hell
Blood-oath,
Devotion,
Crown,
Altar,
Ruin,
Resurrection.
And so I built a cathedral of my chest to house every holy tremor of your name.
#poetry
Epistle of Devotion and Ruin
To me, love is pilgrimage,
Worship,
Heaven,
Hell
Blood-oath,
Devotion,
Crown,
Altar,
Ruin,
Resurrection.
And so I built a cathedral of my chest to house every holy tremor of your name.
#poetry
I split bone from soul,
begging to stay relevant in your silent heavens.
I flay my heart,
a trembling hymn of longing,
unethical in its ache.
How can you watch unshaken while I burn,
break,
bleed,
just to hold you close,
praying for a mercy you never speak?
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
begging to stay relevant in your silent heavens.
I flay my heart,
a trembling hymn of longing,
unethical in its ache.
How can you watch unshaken while I burn,
break,
bleed,
just to hold you close,
praying for a mercy you never speak?
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 24, 2025 at 4:01 PM
He called my will untamed,
said I was forged of fire,
that when I vow,
I #achieve,
that no storm or ruin could turn me from what my soul declares holy.
So let the stars witness,
I will purify love into something eternal,
and rise to see what miracles I dare to conquer next.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
said I was forged of fire,
that when I vow,
I #achieve,
that no storm or ruin could turn me from what my soul declares holy.
So let the stars witness,
I will purify love into something eternal,
and rise to see what miracles I dare to conquer next.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 23, 2025 at 9:45 PM
My love #measurable only by how my soul still bows
at the altar built on my breaking.
You carved wounds like scripture,
I cradle them,
holy because they had your touch.
I anoint you with every tear,
baptizing my ruin,
still I whisper
beloved.
Fragmented,
I beg to be held sacred too.
#poetry #vss365
at the altar built on my breaking.
You carved wounds like scripture,
I cradle them,
holy because they had your touch.
I anoint you with every tear,
baptizing my ruin,
still I whisper
beloved.
Fragmented,
I beg to be held sacred too.
#poetry #vss365
November 22, 2025 at 6:41 PM
My love #measurable only by how my soul still bows
at the altar built on my breaking.
You carved wounds like scripture,
I cradle them,
holy because they had your touch.
I anoint you with every tear,
baptizing my ruin,
still I whisper
beloved.
Fragmented,
I beg to be held sacred too.
#poetry #vss365
at the altar built on my breaking.
You carved wounds like scripture,
I cradle them,
holy because they had your touch.
I anoint you with every tear,
baptizing my ruin,
still I whisper
beloved.
Fragmented,
I beg to be held sacred too.
#poetry #vss365
I have tasted every #specific shade of you,
light and shadow,
kiss and cut,
warm devotion and chilling neglect.
I’ve held both your mercy and your sting
and still my soul rushes toward you,
unafraid,
choosing you in ruin or radiance.
Isn’t this the love and loyalty you wanted?
#poetry #vss365
light and shadow,
kiss and cut,
warm devotion and chilling neglect.
I’ve held both your mercy and your sting
and still my soul rushes toward you,
unafraid,
choosing you in ruin or radiance.
Isn’t this the love and loyalty you wanted?
#poetry #vss365
November 21, 2025 at 3:55 PM
3/3
When she speaks,
gods, when she speaks,
her voice is not mere sound,
but invocation
of holy divinity
and sinful lure,
spilling into me like warm wine.
My blood listens.
My bones obey.
Every cell arise in worship
to the sovereignty of her command,
and I
become hers to resurrect.
#poetry #wlw
When she speaks,
gods, when she speaks,
her voice is not mere sound,
but invocation
of holy divinity
and sinful lure,
spilling into me like warm wine.
My blood listens.
My bones obey.
Every cell arise in worship
to the sovereignty of her command,
and I
become hers to resurrect.
#poetry #wlw
November 21, 2025 at 12:27 AM
1/3
When her fingers find my skin,
they don't simply touch,
they summon.
Like moonlight into eons silent crypts,
heat blooms like embers beneath silk,
slow,
deliberate,
coaxing river flows in slumbering veins,
reviving ghost chambers of breath and pulse,
emerging life from the ruins.
#poetry #wlw
When her fingers find my skin,
they don't simply touch,
they summon.
Like moonlight into eons silent crypts,
heat blooms like embers beneath silk,
slow,
deliberate,
coaxing river flows in slumbering veins,
reviving ghost chambers of breath and pulse,
emerging life from the ruins.
#poetry #wlw
November 21, 2025 at 12:24 AM
I fall before the goddesses,
throat raw,
cheeks striated in salt flow,
pleading.
Let this wreckage have purpose.
Let every scream,
every tear he carved into me become something holy.
I bled months,
unrelenting,
may my suffering be more than torment,
to be sacred #action,
not ruin.
#poetry #vss365
throat raw,
cheeks striated in salt flow,
pleading.
Let this wreckage have purpose.
Let every scream,
every tear he carved into me become something holy.
I bled months,
unrelenting,
may my suffering be more than torment,
to be sacred #action,
not ruin.
#poetry #vss365
November 20, 2025 at 5:07 PM
I am pulled to be held together by the arms that shatter.
To be ignited by the mouth that bleeds my heart.
To be resuscitated by the soul that drains mine of life,
called beautiful in my breaking.
You, never the safest #option,
but always the destructive love I begged to call home.
#poetry #vss365
To be ignited by the mouth that bleeds my heart.
To be resuscitated by the soul that drains mine of life,
called beautiful in my breaking.
You, never the safest #option,
but always the destructive love I begged to call home.
#poetry #vss365
November 19, 2025 at 8:00 PM
He dares call my agony deserved,
branding my loyalty as fault,
as if devotion was a crime punishable by cruelty.
But venom burns through that lie:
In no #reality did I ever earn his mercilessness,
relieved only in knowing no other soul
was sentenced to his brand of hell.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
branding my loyalty as fault,
as if devotion was a crime punishable by cruelty.
But venom burns through that lie:
In no #reality did I ever earn his mercilessness,
relieved only in knowing no other soul
was sentenced to his brand of hell.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 18, 2025 at 3:57 PM
I crown myself in sacred fire,
I rise as my own Most High.
My self commandment,
No other gods before me,
For I am a temple,
Scripture,
Prophet,
Throne.
My pulse is a Psalm,
breath a reliquary.
My holy #goal,
To worship the diety that is me,
Forever enthroned in my own light.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
I rise as my own Most High.
My self commandment,
No other gods before me,
For I am a temple,
Scripture,
Prophet,
Throne.
My pulse is a Psalm,
breath a reliquary.
My holy #goal,
To worship the diety that is me,
Forever enthroned in my own light.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 17, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Meeting you was a curse stitched into fate’s tissue,
you held my heart,
mind,
soul,
each thread you misused, abused.
Tearing through every fiber,
yet love binds me still,
chains I never asked for,
belonging I can’t undo,
and gods,
I wish we never met to spare me this ruinous #issue.
#poetry #vss365
you held my heart,
mind,
soul,
each thread you misused, abused.
Tearing through every fiber,
yet love binds me still,
chains I never asked for,
belonging I can’t undo,
and gods,
I wish we never met to spare me this ruinous #issue.
#poetry #vss365
November 16, 2025 at 5:32 PM
You do not write my story.
My heart is its own sovereign realm,
it feels what it feels,
loves what it loves by mystery, not #science.
You cannot command its tides.
You cannot unmake its truth.
My narrative is mine alone
as real as my love, longing, tears, screams and agony.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
My heart is its own sovereign realm,
it feels what it feels,
loves what it loves by mystery, not #science.
You cannot command its tides.
You cannot unmake its truth.
My narrative is mine alone
as real as my love, longing, tears, screams and agony.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 14, 2025 at 7:45 PM
I swore I’d never walk away,
never let the bond we built go under,
but you left me stranded in the silence,
counting heartbreaks I can’t #number.
Each dawn erodes my vow a little more,
and I fear the day will come
when even my promise can’t remember what it was fighting for.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
never let the bond we built go under,
but you left me stranded in the silence,
counting heartbreaks I can’t #number.
Each dawn erodes my vow a little more,
and I fear the day will come
when even my promise can’t remember what it was fighting for.
#poetry #vss365 #prompt
November 13, 2025 at 3:59 PM
You poisoned the altar of my heart!
Turned devotion into venom,
Love to rot.
How dare you shatter a goddess who came only to heal,
To kneel.
Your #myth ends in fury,
Your name,
A curse spat.
There is no forgiving,
No forgetting,
Only wrath,
Eternal,
burning where your sins are writ!
#poetry #vss365
Turned devotion into venom,
Love to rot.
How dare you shatter a goddess who came only to heal,
To kneel.
Your #myth ends in fury,
Your name,
A curse spat.
There is no forgiving,
No forgetting,
Only wrath,
Eternal,
burning where your sins are writ!
#poetry #vss365
November 12, 2025 at 6:08 PM