Fourteen authentic scrolls penned directly by our founder, chronicling real-life meltdowns, jazz-age delusions, heartbreak, and cosmic triumphs transformed into poetry[cite: 1].
"He left his text upon read,
Like a ghost train passing the platform overhead.
I ordered a double espresso and wore my pearls,
Too magnificent for unhinged boys and trivial worlds."
"The wires crossed, the cables frayed,
Every anxious thought in my head played.
I brewed chamomile and watched the steam rise,
Clearing the static from my weary eyes."
"They whispered in corners, doubting my dreams,
Unraveling the fabric at the seams.
So I sewed my own cape out of ambition and light,
And walked through the city like royalty tonight."
"Two cups on the menu, but I ordered alone,
Watching strangers talk on a broken telephone.
Peace is a luxury no partner can buy,
Just me, my typewriter, and a lavender sky."
"The password was whispered, the bouncer looked stern,
There are lessons a passionate heart has to learn.
Inside played the jazz through smoke and blue light,
Where my secrets were safe for the rest of the night."
"They throw bitter stones at the glass of my dreams,
Mocking the magic in musical themes.
I clutch my obsidian stone in my palm,
And smile through the storm with invincible calm."
"At 3 AM when the universe sleeps,
The ink on my typewriter rolls in and creeps.
Every mistake is a scar turned to gold,
The greatest stories are waiting told."
"Kintsugi for hearts that shattered apart,
Gold in the cracks of a bruised little heart.
Rose quartz in my pocket, lavender in my tea,
I am healing the person who matters: me."
"Emotions are fleeting like clouds in the sky,
Too wild to anchor, too precious to die.
So we cork them in glass with a drop of perfume,
And turn every heartbreak into a boom!"
While you look into their eyes and wonder about the depth of their being,
they look at you and simply wonder just the depth from under your clothing.
You're too deep for the world flower child.
You want to swim in the depths of their minds during low tide.
They just want to get a good picture of you for the showoff.
You want to explore the dark corners of their soul, get a taste of their fears.
You're too deep for this world my unicorn.
They can't handle your energy. You dig too deep.
You reach places in them they never wanted to acknowledge.
You can't be simple, you can't be like these media girls.
Blossom my sunshine.
Be wild. Be bold.
Make them all uncomfortable.
Be as intense as a third-degree burn.
Make them feel.
Make them cry.
Make them scream.
Leave your daring mark whether they like it or not.
We are far beyond the depths of what eyes can see.
Let it be known.
That's your purpose!
i just want to know,
i just want to know.
where do the poets go.
the deep thinkers, deep feelers.
the ones who bleed humanity,
the ones who put on a show.
the poets,
where do they go.
the ones who bare shackles, bare arms.
who devour the mass of each dried bone.
i just want to know.
is the dark where they go.
when each loose leaf empties out the book,
and everyone's come to take more than they should.
where do the poets go.
what left of us is due.
when beaten down.
when beaten bruised.
these droughts, i'm no fool.
i just want to know,
i just want to know.
can i lay in the truth,
where the poets go.
A safe space you say..
Is only temporarily safe, that it changes, with every moment.
Your right.
But did you know
Ha! Do I even know.
Do WE.
Polarity plays a role here
Could it be.
That the masculine energy provides the space, the safety inside
Could it be
That the feminine energy simply creates in that place
Nurturing it all with her magic
But what happens
When you find yourself there
Where the shadows are lurking
And your uneasy
Safety is questionable now.
There; Alone
In darkness
Unsure of how you arrived
Unsure if you should stay in hopes of help
Or gather yourself and your creations
Plot your escape.
So tell me,
What happens
When you crawl onto those remembered solid grounds wounded
When you assume the safety you ran to
Will heal you.
Only to look up
Not a drop of love
No magic insight
Just an empty room
No color
Can someone tell us
What happens next
Was it you who did not realize that the grounds were poorly built
Was it you
Who did not realize
That the love beared no healing light
Was it you
Who did not realize
That safety left when you did
Was it you
Who did not see
That your magic was destructive
Was it we
Who did not figure it out
In harmony
Who did not stop to look at the bigger
Picturing of the totality
For what is a space
Provided
With no love inside
Safety
With no protection
Love
With no stability
Magic
With fear in place
Illusions, or
Polarity plays a role here
A safe space you say?
So tell me
Where do WE start
Where do WE End.
Where do WE Begin.
Again.
you noticed my exhaustion
my last cup for you cracking
words unsaid in my eyes
noticed the wounds i hide
how daring, it's heard
loud your in coming goodbyes
echos of our past lives
a magic between us
sacred to arise
daring, you can not hide
it in your cry's
we both know you try
no longer a fool for the lies
you see me as i see you
we both know what we must do
silently guiding each other through the woods
both running from what we wish could
oh how daring can you
just sit down for more than two
it's only minutes if you would
we know it's been pretty blue
have we given all our love away
stay still and say it's untrue
both remain aloof
in an island that seems doomed
no longer choose to flow in that tune
how daring im leaving now
these running shoes stay behind
bare foot i've gone to the mountains
unclimbed
we both know
it's time
was never exhausted just bored
waiting for you to aboard
you sailed your ship just not to my shore
still i love you evermore
did you hear the cup noise as it was cracking
did you see the hidden ones never lacking
im finally okay now
if we won't be shacking
oh but how daring
i'm gone now in search of a new
bracket i'll keep the memories
in my back pocket
in another lifetime maybe
our love will sky rocket.
Miss-took your silence for depth.
That your absence wasn't to treat.
You seem unable to confess.
Look past the runners shoes,
maybe it was just a test;
You were just cleaning up your mess.
So following suit, still-sat with myself.
Each time letting you back in, you came to me with less.
Miss unsure still-stood at the door.
Unseen,
Guess Who!
Boo!
Ghosted; May- came with be's,
stung; you were just bored.
Love through the ethers,
laying the thought of us to rest.
Passed our short time,
through darkness; meetings at sun sets.
Eye had never gone blind.
We don't always choose what's best.
Through the chaos, just a simple refine.
Refresh, just to come back to see.
Miss at the door, still-stood; touched to no form.
Boo! Who!
Right!
Guess a memory.
Miss-overlooked wrong.
Shoes left behind,
Went for more.