silent joy thunders within, something familiar and fresh. something new falling so deep into the heart of me, I rise, again so triumphant, and cool. razzmatazz’in like how we do; shining dark ain’t nothing new. love leaps, and words skip, and the sky crumbles again, into heaven. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on November 28, 2023.

Prescient all unawares, a moment slips deep inside… a brief spark of pleasure long forgotten. that first brush of your lips against mine; your body crushed so close to my soul. a memory of what is yet to be feels so real deep in the heart of me. для Нина I…

silence lifts soberly through this long dark night. the quiet within crescendos with loss. yet, in this mad symphony, a fugue of hope draws close: a slip of wind here, tugs tight at the door- a sprat of rain there, slaps gentle to the ground. Dear Tempest, I see you, so do come quick, and howl away this calm with fury & audacity, and what needs yet be done. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

a flame fumbles for purchase amidst this wild tumultuous rush of desire, yet calms these quivering lips, so damp with expectation. what danger leads you back into these arms? what pleasures shall we feast upon? how long till fear sends you running hence, like it did before? I care not for answers, nor for fire nor rain. I need not know from whence, or why you came. I need only to know the freedom found in giving once again.

a tempest builds. until, rain slips sweetly ‘tween the howling whispers of the wind, seeking the warm embrace of what lies beneath. and night falls again, whispering love stories through the leaves. calling gently to you, and to me. come, let us feel once more like we did. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on October 31, 2023.

silence overwhelming muffles ears, and heart, and my soul too. a tempest awaits over yonder, just behind this thick and seductive calm, upon which I rest a weary head- upon which, I lose all fear and dread. and with that first CRACK of release, a rumbling of unfathomable possibility follows, and I am reborn and free, and again at peace. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

within, amidst eagle cry and wolf’s diamond eye. I yearn again, for the absence of you. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on September 5, 2023.

maybe when she grabbed my ass I should have asked if she meant it. cuz it felt like she really did mean it but i guess she just wanted a piece of me, and she got it, good. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on July 10, 2023.

yearning had strangled my days and nights so fiercely, with a thirst to once again feel the mountain’s wild heartrending roar. and a need to hear freedom waft back far beyond the shore. twisted, tied, and taut with desire, a deluge poised impotent upon untended lips, seeking succour through cold fingertips. a strike breaks. wind, and rain, and thunder begin their scry: love and purpose, once again on the rise.