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Eyes: Dreamland of Emotions

This poetry collection is the sequel to “Eyes: Earth Personality.” The main character, Daisy, indulges in her shadow work, appreciates, and loves the rejected parts of her, and engages in her thoughts about the true meaning of reality. She sees that her negative thoughts and perception of self are nothing but her ego trying to protect her from hurt. Overall, this collection dives into how Daisy realizes that her mother’s narcissistic wounds play a part in how she views herself and those around her, and how she chose her friends. Daisy slowly and surely stops feeling shame and ashamed over her mother’s victimhood and breaks the trauma bond between her and her mother. After realizing her mother's toxic ways and losing her best friend, Daisy becomes a different person, and understands that her ideas manifest her life. Daisy becomes closer with her higher self while healing her shadow self, who all shine through as she makes decisions and transforms. With the help of the universe, her spirit guides, deceased loved ones, and The Rainbow Friend, Daisy breaks the chain of emotions that live amongst her mind, body, vibration, dreams, and physical world experience. This collection condenses how Daisy further sheds her ego, has heightened paranormal experiences, and how she feels a strong pull to her soul and soul work; dive deep into Daisy’s mind as her feelings about herself, world, mother, and her friend’s death cloud and haunt her, only to transmute and heal --- all from the source.

PvpleMxn · Fantasía
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27 Chs

A Good Heart

The curse remains as I bleed,

A good heart is a disease, indeed,

The desire kneads me when I eat,

These peasants fill my heart eagerly. 

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My heart's rusty,

Gulp its tar,

You capitulate, which makes my knees wobble and eek,

I love consuming your passive leaves. 

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You need me inside your sacral tree, 

Sexual desire fumes the pleas.

We must court and be 

Your desires speak archly. 

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This dark reverie that you've enriched

Fits the perfect, little image:

The one where you think you'll win my innocence. 

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Stare through the translucent glaze,

And desire the golden plate,

The one that will tear your vindications,

And prolong your baggage's expiration. 

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The curse leaves me,

Off it flees!

My good heart has been redeemed, 

I smirk as your torment is my erotic disease.