The poem to end all poems - Caitlyn Siehl - read by S.

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"The poem to end all poems" - by Caitlyn Siehl | read by S. If I had to write a poem to end all poems, it would be the word ‘lonely’ in every language. It would ask for nothing, only echo, echo, cry, then sleep. Please don’t make me write it. Don’t make me be honest. Not after all this time, all this gorgeous pretending. I have finally spun a story that doesn’t look like a failure, and all I want to do is stay in it. All I want to do is keep singing. Let me stay in this kingdom without a name. The one I made. Let me sit with my tin crown on my makeshift throne. Let me do all of it. Let me fight. Let me be the dragon and the spear that kills it. I would very much like to be both. ---------------------------- Voice is mine, background track by Serge Pavkin "Alone" (Pexels), edit by myself.

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Torture chamber

A poem by S. (to C.) You came like an unexpected quiet winter storm in December. Wrapped me in soft white blankets. Made me drift away with you to this sphere where you ignited the idea that my heart could finally warm itself on this small fire you lit inside this dark windowless cabin that is my torture chamber. Its brightness shone softly on all of my bruises & scars and it had me almost convinced that this cabin isn’t a prison, but a beautiful and safe space for us. Your lies caressed me gently, until I felt a sting which reminded me that me & fire were never friends to begin with. A look in the mirror is what you gifted me. I fell as I recognized our disfigured souls. We both were victims and executioner, though killing others never was my strong suit. I cried, I hoped, for you and for me. Our pain the same but oh so different. Its thawing, this blanket you wrapped me in. The flame extinguished by fate cause it had already written that we should never be. Leave me here in my cabin, like the rest of them did, in my torture chamber. Take hope along, as it isn’t meant for me either, I don’t want it anymore. This is the place where I am destined to stay and decay in silence, in my own ruins.

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Mourning the Loss of My Muse

Maybe some of you might have heard my voice before and might remember me. (Or not, doesn't even matter.) I haven't really recorded a whole script in, oh boy, I think almost 2 years now. But recently I stumbled over this incredible piece written by the absolute treasure LittleLadyofT. These words moved me to my core and already halfway through reading, I just knew I had to pick up my mic again and give this a spin. The connection I felt to it was as intense as the writing itself and I cannot begin to tell you how much I loved every word and emotion it made me feel. Hopefully I was able to do the dearest Lady's words some justice. Feel free to listen to my version of this beautiful and bittersweet memorial. Summary: This is a romanticized journey into the mind of an artist reminiscing and trying to come to terms with the loss of an exceptional muse. It’s never really this dramatic…or is it? ----------------- Voice, edit and sounddesign by myself. Background tracks: For Documentary by The Mountain (Pixabay) Touch and Sound by Juan_Sanchez_Music (Pixabay) Torn by David Fesliyan Dreamy emotional ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay) Awaken by Onoychenkomusic (Pixabay) Introspective sad ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay) Tears in my eyes by Serge Pavkin Music (Pixabay) ----------------- *Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this fantasy audio are fictional and consenting adults. Written by an adult, performed by adults, and only to be listened to by adults. It is expressly forbidden to repost, upload, clip or shared anywhere without prior permission.

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I named us grief - by Nikita Gill

This is a piece that means a lot to me, so I gave it a spin. Maybe you'll enjoy my rendition. Dedicated to C. --------------------------------------------------------- Source of the poem: Nikita's Instagram Voice and edit by myself Background track: Serious dark sorrow by Ashot-Danielyan-Composer (Pixabay)

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Tyler Kent White - I want to fuck the self doubt from you

I want to fuck the self doubt from you drive the ghosts from your darkness leave you a mess a tangled breathless glowing body To run my fingertips up and over your hips down every single ridge of your spine and watch the constellations dance in their wake I want to love you until you burn so brightly I can no longer touch your skin and I am left laying in your star fields bathing in the moonlight sleeping in the afterglow (TYLER KENT WHITE) Ready by Obsidian_Smile Background track: Sands of Time by Juan_Sanchez-Music (Pixabay)

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The Cannibal's Canción

by Gloria Anzaldúa It is our custom to consume the person we love. Taboo flesh: swollen genitalia nipples the scrotum the vulva the soles of the feet the palms of the hand heart and liver taste best. Cannibalism is blessed. I'll wear your jawbone round my neck listen to your vertebrae bone rapping bone in my wrists. Tl string your fingers round my waist what a rigorous embrace. Over my heart I'll wear a brooch with a lock of your hair. Nights Ir'l sleep cradling your skull sharpening my teeth on your toothless grin. Sundays there's Mass and communion and I'll put your relics to rest.

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