Skyler

Although I'm struggling a bit, you'll be happy to know, guys, that I'm back at writing another chapter for Can You Feel It? 
          Thank you for waiting patiently! Just a few more days now <3

Your melodies snake their way to me and manifest into heartstrings that pull effortlessly. I go in circles, round and round, until the compass finally shows me my one true north. 
          
          It glows like the moon, but it's a guiding star. Instead, my true north shows me how to show up for myself. 
          
          An arduous journey has befallen the mighty, but to reach my destination, I must brave the road's tormenting ferocity. I consume the venom and step on paths laid with iron nails, the compass keeps pointing and as long as I can make it, I won't turn a blind eye to the perservance of the radiant blooms on the sidelines. 
          
          The searchlight at the harbor lights up my way on selective days, and the allure of the north gives me enough strength to stay.
          
          My one true north, you keep me afloat, and my enemies at bay—your forms are endless, but they always guide me towards the right way.
          
          
          And you, dear reader, 
          What's your true north?
          Won't you tell me and 
          add to my collection of meaningful stories?
          
          

The weeping willow and the hanging gardens, a mystical palace and creatures with four horns—
          
          My footsteps make no sound but my toes still touch the ground. 
          
          The lightlark is streaking across the sky, its color vivid and far too bright. And my eyes follow its path until the thunderous eyes of the Gods frown. So I sigh once more and turn away, staring at the imposing and spiralling staircase. 
          
          It goes down.
          
          Down to the realm without the melodies of the fairy towns.
          
          Purple lightening cracks beside me and now the mushrooms are black and charred. Warnings, I roll my eyes.
          
          Mischievous little devils that wear angel white because they can, the entire lot of them. A self-appointed cadre of successful wars and plans. Masquerading as true Gods and utterly belligerent, Yet they lord over us in all the other realms.
          
          And down below, the purple mist covers the parts of the staircase I cannot see from above. 
          
          I'll find him for them — their rebellious savior. Only so they'll leave my realm alone and away from their toxic presence. 
          
          The man with silver eyes and wolf teeth, the strength of a hundred bulls and the mind of Athena's steady ingenuity. Bound by none, unlike me, he roams the realms utterly free. 
          
          Curses. this creature lies outside their control, a truly anarchic presence meant to be their salvation and grow their borders more. But he has plans of his own, it seems.
          
          They think they're sending me to retrieve and that is what I'll let them believe. But my power has grown much more than they know and now is my chance to fully break away from the chains of their manipulative orders. 
          
          I glance up, my back to the staircase and the sensation of their intense gaze crawling up my spine. And then I smirk as I free fall, away from their line of sight and into the embrace of the dimensional rift to visit another world — one of blood and sharp tailed monsters.
          
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Happy New Year, everyone 
          
          Through the laughter and the tears, through a camera roll that was erased, through the abrasions of adulthood bleeding into my days, you—2025, remain an unforgettable year. Of equal parts gratitude and pain.
          
          To the chaos that was 2025,
          Thank you for making me realize it happens and its okay.
          
          Its okay to lose, and its okay to break.
          
          Its okay learn to step outside your boundaries, and set new standards , to experiment and make mistakes.
          
          and its okay to start over and its okay to let go.
          Its okay to remember and its okay to feel.
          Its okay to mourn and its okay to grieve.
          
          Its okay to find new versions of me and its okay to say goodbye to things that were routine.
          
          Its okay to not fit in and its okay to be judged, you know who you are.
          
          Its okay to be kind, to empathise and try to preserve but its best to trust your gut feeling and leave before it hurts
          
          Its okay to meet disenchantment and its okay to struggle with contentment.
          
          Its okay to prioritize yourself and befriend solitude and okay to be the villain in someone's twisted narrative. 
          
          Its okay to realize that the mirror can also be your best friend 
          
          Its okay to make plans and for them to fall apart, you'll find better things because the script wasn't yours 
          
          Its okay to spiral, to turn to someone for help and Its also okay to keep it to yourself 
          
          Its okay.
          Because some plans come pre-destined and some falls are blessings disguised as lessons we unravel with time.

Happy New Year!!

Hello, people. Hope everyone is doing well. I know there wasn't a lot of writing this year, but I was in no state to do that. I'm doing a bit better, much better now. Kinda. But important exams are coming up, and time is really sparse. 
          At the beginning of this month, I lost the pet dog we've had for the past eight years as well. Her mother was born in my home, and so was she and her brother. But she was the one who lived and stayed with us the longest. She was family too.
          
          Its, again, bittersweet, because it was truly her time, but the loss hurts the same. A little more, in fact, because of having lost my grandfather just this September. 
          
          Thank you, everyone, who's been reading my books and my messages and always dropping the sweetest supportive messages. Truly, they keep smtg inside me alive.
          
          I just thought I'd give a little update and a little piece of writing along with it:
          
          
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          "More"—human greed is endless but when it comes to digging through the overturned earth of the mind and this stone-hardened heart of mine where gravestones sit in silent agony, all I find are dust and ashes of so many dying heart lines.
          
          Yet these bones clatter together like dishes in a lively kicthen, clanging and drowning out all voices except the one screaming for "more."
          
          More of you,
          More of me.
          More of us
          And all we couldn't be.
          
          My veins are pumping love that has nowhere left to go, and I could cry you an ocean with one remembered tone. 
          
          "Stay, and don't go. Don't leave the living a mourning husk of a tormented soul."
          
          The hands slip away, 
          the voices dwindle into heresy 
          and I'm choking on death;
          Its cloak cold,
          .....and utterly desolate. 
          
          ~s
          

@M1aTheWolf awww *sobs* thank you <3

Hello, a Lil smtg to tell u I'm still alive (unfortunately) and hope you are all doing well:
          
          
          "Treat me like porcelain and cherish me like the metals of silver and gold I let you take. Dress me in your finest gossamer, for if I break, it'll bring you the wrath of the gods, and you'll regret it till your last day," lamented the blue-green planet. 
          
          And yet we treated the goddess like an expendable handful of useless plastic atom, taking and taking for these hearts were cursed by insatiable gluttony and lie rotten.
          
          Now look at us, suffering in the wake of her divine fury — swept under her aggrieved waters and caught in her seething branches with brambles of poison ivy. Buried under the weight of human indecisiveness, her impassioned warning the present we try to desperately escape.
          
          ~s

Hey, Is hidden wings ever going to be continued again??

Will you be talking Hidden Wings off hold anytime soon. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for it….. love your poetry by the way