Author: Kalliope

One of a trinity

I need music I need melody I can move my body I can be free, be me Get inside me, in my body It helps me feel alive I want you to fill me in my body Plug all 27 sphincters inside So many holes, so little time If I can smoothie blend you Will

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The girl who never grew up

I grew up in the real world, I certainly am not an adolescent teen, strung out on hormones and searching for acceptance from faceless, spineless people who are merely here due to circumstantial convenience rather than actually wanting to be friends with me. I matured physically and intellectually because it was an inevitability, it is

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Check point, sign post, rest stop.

This will help to remind me of where I am and where I began. Provide some reference point of origins and directions, intentions I may have had in plan. A little checkpoint or sign post for my crew to follow, if they so choose. 23rd November 2018, 6:15 am end of the week, Fri-yay. I am substituting as

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Self Care Spread — Tarotandthings

Looking after yourself is not selfish or self-indulgent ~ it is a necessity! In our busy day-to-day lives we might not always take the time to check in with our Self. So please, I would like you to make yourself a comforting hot drink in your favourite mug, get comfortable, and spend an hour or […]

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The visible versions of me

Again, the difficulty with being a finite person in a definitive form. People get so caught up in the aesthetic visual representation of some thing, they are often narrow-minded to think that the physical vision upon which their literal eyes see is all they need to know about that thing. Which is fine. Everybody does

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Here is my heart

It’s been broken, it’s been wounded. And I lay it here on the table for us to inspect it for everything can become a teachable moment if you know how to spin it. By the way, may no mind the gaping hole in my chest. That is from a completely unrelated matter.. I don’t so

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This is the real me.

No word of a lie. I mean, nothing here has been a lie anyway. Everything I have ever written about has been 100% true. Everything I have ever written about has been 100% true. Hard core factual stuff. All verifiable and shit. MUNDANE PROFANE MATERIAL PHYSICAL REAL STUFF. Everything. I don’t lie. I hate liars.

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Tomorrow, when the war began.

Turns out that tomorrow is the 18th. Fuck aye, time sure has a way of getting away from you when you’re having fun. Or not having fun, maybe drowning instead. Mother fucking time and perceptions and perspectives and fucking… shit just getting in the way. That’s the whole fucking thing though. That’s life. THAT IS

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