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Art that heals and inspires
Let Me Exist in Full
Poetry as spellwork. Language as remembering.

These poems are shaped by an Aquarian rising—seeing from the edges, speaking what others feel but cannot name. They move through Piscean waters of memory and dream, where grief dissolves into intuition and softness becomes sacred. There is Aries fire here too: the courage to begin again, to speak despite fear, to choose truth over silence. Scorpio depths pulse beneath the lines, unearthing what was hidden, transforming pain into power. Sagittarius breath carries the voice outward, seeking meaning, freedom, and higher ground. This is poetry born of rebellion and devotion, vision and vulnerability—a language guided by moonlight, sharpened by mercury, and devoted to remembering the self back into wholeness.

  • The Frame They Broke
    By: ASK
    They took my work—stretched it,twisted it,painted their own colorsover mine.They called it collaboration,called it fair,while my voicebled out at the edges.They hung me on wallsI never chose,showcased their versionof my story,erased the partsthat didn’t fi...
  • Blue-Eyed Air Sign
    By: ASK
    I see the worldthrough storm-colored eyes—blue and gray,never still,never simple.An air sign by birth,but I’ve always feltmore like a gust—sweeping in,stirring things up,then vanishingbefore I’m caught.I am both breathand hurricane,a whisper one minute,a r...
  • Over the Rainbow
    By: ASK
    She sang me to sleepwith wishes too big for her own hands—“Somewhere over the rainbow…”words that floated through cracked walls,wrapped around my dreams.Mama, with her tired eyes and hopeful heart,carries stars in her pocketseven when the world weighs her ...
  • This Is My Becoming
    By: ASK
    It didn’t happen all at once.Becoming is slow—a bruise that deepens,a root that splits the groundbefore it ever shows its face.I shed skinsthat were stitched onto me—names, labels,expectations like heavy coatsI was never meant to wear.I broke.I healed.I br...