Leie, Poeta, Vienna — A gentle wave and bise to you. Muses, do you write poetry when you travel? It’s an eventful summer. We, the representation of life, are hungrier than ever for the simultaneous need to rest and get fed with stimulation. Dancing under the street lights, Greek traditional gatherings, and Spanish salsa…

Who’s brush is the biggest? — Mm. The smell of old dust and new chaos is mixing. We have visited this question again and again. It did not arise in 2022 and the British Museum is not the only museum to hold onto a sculpture that was not created in their country. The first time I…

Her — I asked around thee venus in veils What made you? science, air, and lovers Who hurt you? others misery has greed and no bones Who raised you? kindness is king kindness is a layer Dress the entire world they are naked and cold I said what of unkind lessons? stars fade, planets of love cave oh, I speak the language, I do empty ghosts in my business, no Venus of Milos sits in the Louvre she is not waiting outside to be crude

Him — Raise me under gentle lights show me the colors of the midnight sky Touches of honey candlelight dinner a new song on the radio let’s dance like beginners I am scared to speak yet I watch you Cry and laugh with me tell me tears have no gender Fogged forests hurt and curse I don’t want to hear about witches bitches or men in stitches Hold me with tenderness expand my life I am so interested in stars with love grows a passionate astronaut I am enough I am unique, he, him, I am magique.

Or, why do poets deserve more enamor — Poems are a different art build than painting. Poetry comes in words and painting in colors. Where painting meets a set image, poetry expands a feeling. Painting is about.. reality. And poetry can grasp anything unseen. Both are quintessential examples of being in touch with the soul. Poets underestimate themselves…

Nothing more divine than us in August — Welcome to a new season. The season of self-spoiling, celebrating, and god, saying yes more. If the title did not stir anything in you, maybe the universe has not served you with enough reminders to treat yourself. Sand, sun, and buns are the summer images I receive in my emails…

A champagne poem — Amoureuse et Amoureux, prendre un verre This mood calls for a spice of orange oh, how the sunset takes over worry not Wavy volumed curls bounce laughter spills from this mouth All my friends wear August so pretty I see rosé and blu marrying around the titties beauty really drinks all these women in I am sitting across from my view my tall freak of the bedroom Mr. Darcy eyes of pleasure

From an Early Childhood Teacher — Here is what the world is like now and how we can take care of ourselves. Release any perceptions you carry before reading this. Let yourself be free and surrender in a safe space. This is about expression from suppression. When I am at the grocery store at 4 pm…

After 5 PM — Hello, Medium creatives. I am happy to be back. Reading your stories and writing my own. In mid-July, all my friends left for vacation to Italy. Beyoncé started singing about a new foundation. And I was losing my spark for imagination. Anyone that has felt the thunderbolt of â creative…