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You've spent a lifetime staring at the Forbidden Rung. I am a bit late, but let me show you what it looks like from the other side.

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

Melancholia in Bloom For so long, I have tried to decipher what Melancholia in Bloom truly means to me. But it's a name that keeps awakening things I have long buried beneath so much that I don't know how to unlayer it. Maybe writing about it might give it more meaning and help me understand what I am holding back. But for today, that's enough. Tomorrow, words might come pouring out in stanzas and metaphors that might make better sense.

Pouring my life and feelings into poetry Will be releasing Sep

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

Life may be a complex labyrinth, but every step brings us closer to finding our true path and achieving our dreams.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

a sore place that hurts the most

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

**A poem about growth, hope, and perseverance, reminding us that even the smallest beginnings can grow into something beautiful.**

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

A poem about facing challenges, overcoming fear, and continuing to move forward even when the future feels uncertain. It reminds us that courage isn't the absence of fear, but the choice to keep going despite it.

I feel everything more than I admit.

I, Lavanya Y. Rao, have just started writing, and this poem is something very close to me. It is inspired by what I have seen from my own window-the workers I watched every morning, their quiet lives, and the thoughts that stayed with me as I watched them work. Sometimes we see people every day without ever knowing their stories. This poem is my small attempt to turn that experience into words. I hope you will read it, and if you like it, please vote and leave a comment. Your support would mean a lot to me as I begin my journey as a writer. ❤️

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

Sunset comes and goes but I remain next to you.