Academia Aetheris

(the celestial school of verse)

 

They came— not summoned, but stirred.

Poets born in the umbra of supernovae, 

dreaming in quatrains 

before they could form hands. 

 

Choristers of comet tails, 

scribes of auroras in decline.

Each carried a shimmer of that first interlude, 

the brief binding of Flame and Listening. 

 

Their lines bor...

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This sadness, I call it Dune

a mound of sand that forever blows into my life

looming, vast, over my head.

Its eyes, lazy and ancient

at times watch me with strange fascination

a forgotten masterpiece in a deserted gallery.

 

It calls, heedless of the hour

its scream a dull thud that drenches my heart.

I shrink, writhe, and wither

a forgotten lily

dead before its ti...

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So much living happens in the spaces we don't fill.

We rush through days filled with constant noise

of words, plans and demands

We crave explanations and definitions

the clear articulation of everything

But so much of what matters

unfurls in the quiet.

 

Think of moments just before a storm

the air thick with hushed anticipation

Or the calm after a profound experience

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Am I Enough?

 

Today I didn’t go anywhere

I wallowed in the heat that strangled my home

Took a seat in the spot that I frequent and listened for the changing winds of time

 

They never arrived.

 

In fact it was more of the same

‘You Okay?’, ‘Im glad’

Empty words of intricate meaning

Convey both care and solace 

Who cares?

The rain didn’t arrive all the same.

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I write because
It is my opportunity
To speak
With my own voice.
To just be.... me.

I write because
I hunger
Not to compel
Or inspire or entertain.

I just hunger
To make sense
Of the world around me.

by Marla Deaton  2014

 

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My heart feels like a galaxy,

constantly expanding,

trying to hold all this love for you,

yet still, it overflows.

 

No words are vast enough,

no universe wide enough,

to contain the way my heart explodes

with love for you.

 

How do I tell the stars that

my love for you stretches beyond them,

into worlds unseen?

Yet still, I yearn for more to show.

This lo...

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Poor kitty, struck down by fate,
Pixies took pity on poor Miss Jay.
Left flowers to guide her soul to Heaven’s gate,
at crossroads is where her grave lays.
Puddles of black paint drowned the late dove.
She was stained with sin for falling for false love.

She was buried all alone,
just like she was in life.
Nowhere to call her home,
His betrayal was the knife.

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Bowerman knew the witches' performed rituals at Dartmoor.
Everyone at his church warned him about hunting late,
But the proud hunter boasted with great vigour
and listed all his achievements and manly traits.

He shrugged off his good friends' warnings and took his dogs with him.
As fate would have it, the dogs led him straight to the witches' den.
His chances of escaping their clutches wer...

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I do not understand why people still drive here!
How many cars do I have to crash to get some peace?
I think my actions have made my intentions quite clear:
I want all driving near Dartmoor to cease.

I am not a violent spirit, just a pair of hairy hands.
Before all the driving, I only was minding my business,
But I had to intervene before the madness expands.
I will not let them pollute D...

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In times of grief we take up our crosses,

Cry to the Above for strength in our weakness,

lick our wounds and count our losses,
Light candles to chase away the darkness.
Ask for forgiveness and pray for salvation,
Hope for the future, and bury our past.
Maleficers spit out their curses in frustration,
their wicked spells they will cast.
When hardship comes, they wash their woes in shame...

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When technology came to replace tradition,
Science destroyed all superstition.
Proof of evil beings is forgotten,
remembered as myths, and dismissed as fiction.
But I have a suspicion
That the truth is much darker,
that their true nature is harsher,
and they stay hidden and wait.
I fear we fell into their trap and took the bait.
They stole the light and dimmed our dreams.
In their absenc...

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I want to go home, forever.

I want to rest beneath her wings

Be cradled by her gentle talons.

I want to peck at green worms

And feel each swallow in my tiny throat.

 

Well, that is, if only this beak's 

Sharp agony didn't seize me so.

 

I yearn to cry out for her

A mother should know her child's despair.

Yet no sound escapes my frail lungs

No breath stirs my tin...

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I remember the cool breeze there,

where I live, my heart still resides there,

I feel, but it's painful my mother cries,

the memories with the time fly,

why time, you can't stop,

stop just for a sec,

let us look to our past,

beautiful, ugly, wealthy or dark,

it's always more beautiful than the last,

I feel the wind moving my heart, shattered

with the pane clattered,

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While sitting on a couch,

My mind came with a fable

On the clock placed above the table.

White, shiny, silver and style

Depicting every journey of mile.

 

Side by me was my mom

Sleeping soundly like a baby born.

Then I took a deep dive in pond

Of thoughts, confusion, worries and all.

 

Baby assumed was a baby ago a while

And certainly would be same for me after ...

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Our planet

Our breathing home

Where all life roam.

8.7 million known species

Coexist in unity

Lighting each new day.

 

But a silent tragic scream rises

From one million souls on the verge

Of becoming numb 

Of vanishing 

Of their stories being lost to time...

A silent extinction.

 

This cruel unraveling 

Threatens the very balance.

The essential resou...

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Think about it, yeah?

We walk on separate ground 

Each in our own head.

But dig a little, feel the pull beneath 

Like every breath we take, connects us.

 

But see, not just the breath we draw 

Nor the beat within 

But the unseen thread 

Woven through each soul.

This, a truth so divine.

 

The farmer's hand that brings life from the soil

The weaver's skills a p...

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MR BOJANGLES

 

Like Mr Bo...

my heart jangles

when your smile

misses your eyes.

The face of a clown

soft shoe shuffling

through my soul.

White hands clasped.

The generous frill

framing your mask,

flutters like a wing

across the circus tent

of my broken heart.

Funny shoes walk strong,

confidently skirting around

landmines of feeling

clothe...

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The page awaits, too silent to forgive, Each empty line a dare I can’t defend. What if I write what shouldn’t even live? What if I start, and ruin where I end? A phrase begins — I edit while I write, Then stop, and stare, and scroll, and check the time. The sentence fights its own pathetic fight, Too scared to be too dull, too sharp, too prime. I think of all the better things I’ve m...

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We are the builders of silent revolutions,
Overcoming storms that history forgot to name,
Mending broken worlds with steady hands and louder hearts,
Every dream carried like a flame through the dark,
Never asking permission to be powerful.

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We are grateful for you, men — for the ones who listen without rushing to fix, for the ones who hold space, who lift us without strings. We see the hands that help, the shoulders that share the weight, the eyes that meet ours without shrinking or swallowing us whole.

But gratitude is not a gag. We are allowed to say that we are tired, too. Tired of walking with keys clutched like knives, tired ...

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You wear your sins like royal thread,

a crown of thorns upon your head.

Your hands have built, your hands have torn,

they’ve held me close, they’ve left me worn.

 

The world cries out, it speaks your name,

etched in echoes carved by flame.

Yet in the dark, where no one sees,

you whisper love like dying leaves.

 

I hope it rains in hell—

not to quench your fire,

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Wholeness blossoms now.

He is my echo 

He breathes in my space 

His very being, mine.

Two streams that now combine 

In him, I am defined.

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There's always more.

The news a constant bleed.

A massacre announced, then war declared in haste

The ground already stained with fresh bloodshed

Is any of this ever truly justifiable?

The sickening arc of high-pitching grenades tearing through our air

Is the very heart of our country safe or is this a fragile claim?

The phones are ringing

The voices are raw, clawing for ans...

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Rough leaves hold a vibrant cup

Bold petals catch the sun's noon kiss

A burst of orange in the green

A scent of spice upon the air.

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I always stumble through the fog...always.

When the weight of everything presses down

On this fragile bones of mine

When the air itself feels heavy to breathe

Through thick unseen fog, I stumble

And the path ahead vanishes.

 

That is when my white tower rises

Through tangled thorns and blinding dust

His arms wide open across this land

And within that unwavering shelte...

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Footsteps hurry through the dark street

As amber glow spills onto the wet road.

Lovers stroll by hand in hand

I dream of their whispered words

Reaching the soul.

Their footsteps echo, sharp then fading away.

 

Rain falls again, blurring the scene.

A stray cat slinks through the darkness.

A dog barks in the distance, a lonely sound.

The wind sighs a creak through the w...

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Its bark a map, ringed with years

A silent host to nested wings.

It watched the seasons overlap

And whispered tales the old wind sings.

 

It saw the hunter with his spear

Felt rumbling of the beasts' hooves.

Then fields were cleared and homes began to rise

All reflected in its ancient, knowing eyes.

 

The lovers carved their vows within its skin

The weary sought sh...

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A cup of tea

A well-worn chair

The world may rush

A hurried blur

But here within 

Just settled calm

A peaceful sigh.

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A mysterious force once ruled the minds of chemists — Phlogiston, the invisible essence of fire. But as precision met curiosity, a new truth emerged from the flames. This poetic elegy wants to trace the rise and fall of a forgotten theory, and the spark that ignited modern science.
 

— a chemical elegy In days of old when alchemists bold By candlelight would muse, They spoke of flame an...

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There's a banana plant outside his window.

I know this because it's always there.

The way it stands,

Its leaves heavy and folding in on themselves

Green and heavy with life.

They stretch towards my fence like a longing

As if searching for something just beyond reach.

 

He steps from the shower

His skin slick with droplets

Glistening like morning dew on leaves

Every...

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Beautiful to be fallen in a love with you my beloved

A union two twin flames

theirs
one old soul’s
shared nostalgia

about
our actions, how we react
an intertwined mind
quale, in the way we act
an ordeal with life
born into circumstance

chaotic
the conundrum
all of the elements and alignments required
the complexity of an immaculate conception
the manifestation of a woman and...

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On Mondays, “Magician”
feels like the answer
On Tuesdays, Maybe a teacher?

Wednesdays, I think of willy wonka—
in my mind, a chocolate factory I see
and decide “He’s the one I want to be”

3 days of dreaming weren’t enough so,
Travellers intrigue me on Thursdays,
and Firefighter is an idea of Fridays

But at the end of the day, its tiring
being indecisive, and living off steam
But I...

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We sat in the soft dusk

The air heavy with a silence we couldn't shake.

Our friend was gone

But still we held his name between us.

It was a question unspoken, but felt by all.

 

One spoke first, his eyes distant.

The sea, where the water meets the sky

In the vastness, the endless horizon.

There he could be free

Carried far and beyond, like the wind

But never truly ...

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A yearning took root

My foolish heart exposed.

I gave in to wanting

Build castles of air

Watered my naive desires

Ignoring the whispers of doubt.

Then, the inevitable unraveling began.

The settling of the dust

The sudden frost

The withering of my petals

Leaving behind a bare stem.

Now, just the bare bones of what I was.

A hollow echo remains

A quiet shame set...

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It made me sad when I saw him there.

 

Beaten and bruised as he carried it. 

 

No one helped him.

 

No one cared. 

 

He hadn’t hurt anyone, yet they hated him.

 

He hadn’t stolen anything, yet they despised him.

 

All of this made no sense to me.

 

Why was a man who was faultless being punished?

 

Why was a man who healed and renewed life to people g...

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memories light my heart to start again

warmth in my veins like medicine

i open the door, gaze at my collection

candles in every crevice and corner

my house is overrun with light

but i am warm

so i let it burn

candles on my nightstand flicker

as i dream of fire consuming me

and awake to see the light i kept too close

fell during slumber, catching every other glow

i...

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At the forest's fringe,

Where vines embrace the sky,

A town forgotten 

Where concrete dreams hold no sway.

The last farmers,

Their hands a language of the soil,

Live here, where modern hands have slipped.

 

No paved roads reach them

No towers pierce the humid air.

Here, seasons paint their world in hues of green and gold.

Here, stories sprout like seedlings

In t...

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I would prefer to not have a taste of being chosen if it is fragile enough to be taken away in a second.

Why do I always keep my heart keen? I must be colder. I have to be in order to survive. 

I don't understand men. They desire me one day and despise me another.

Unfortunately I am hungry to be the one. To be loved. To be desired.

At the surface level I adore men, I truly do.

They ...

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which will break?

first my soul, then my voice

i wait outside the door and hear laughter

the good kind, this time

for a second, i see my reflection

in all of them standing together

until i remind myself not to be too hopeful

i meet all of them, wishing to be in their frames

but there’s been a change of plans, they say

CRAACK.

first my soul, then my voice

it’s just...

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roses are red, like a kiss, a stamp, a heart that has bled

or white, like doves, a dress, a jewel shining in the light

you, my friends, are yellow

not like dirty snow or old stains in carpet;

yellow like the sun that blinds us on our walk,

stars we gaze at from different windows until we look away,

keys that unlock us with every little talk

i picked the freshest flowers for my...

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“butterflies can’t see their own wings”

my wings were unique, folded and geometric

i felt proud, never hid them like a secret

i was called brave

              ↳”i’d want to die if i were you”

i pulled my antennas over my eyes

i naively accepted compliments at face value (i belonged)

when it came time to fly, i could only flutter

that’s all my wings could do (i was okay with...

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I stare at my reflection on the screen

A heavy stretch from one wall to the other

Trapped in a loop that never breaks—  

A time that plays forever, repeating.  

Images flicker, one after another

Chasing continuity like a ghost.  

They tell stories in clicks and clacks

Each frame pulling my eyes along

Swapping out contrasts like lenses

My gaze aching from too many rays ab...

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Feasting with eyes open, the greediness of a good life sets in

A hunger that gnaws, not for bread, but for their gilded ease.

Observing the well fed sitting on grand yachts

Their laughter a distant, mocking melody on the salt-laced breeze.

 

Feeling obscure on remote, innate objects

The rough texture of stone, the humble curve of a clay bowl

Suddenly alien, a cruel reminder of...

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How long will I yearn for peace?  

How long will I ache for the wind upon my skin?  

To fill my lungs with air once more

To gaze at the sky, longing for redemption 

To dip my feet in cold, misted waters until they turn blue—  

How long, I wonder?

I cannot say, for I do not know.  

For if I did

How sweet would freedom taste?  

How high would I soar on every breath I take?...

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You think the dark conceals your hand?

That darkness is my friend's command.

He sees your plots, your hidden snare,

And leaves your evil standing bare.

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I've never much believed in magic,

Yet my white rabbit came back.

He's here; I hold him close,

Look deep into his eyes.

 And what I see...

 A prisoner, a citizen,

 An old man, a father—my father.

 

A quiet understanding,

Where all my questions cease.

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Every day, I feel myself fading

Like a sesame seed withering slowly in poisoned soil.  

There's a hollow ache within this shallow heart

A gaping emptiness, waiting to be filled with something real.  

  

I'm caught in the slow drag of passing time

Like a river frozen in winter

Longing to surge forward

But held back by forces I don't yet understand.  

  

Is this a force...

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This sonnet addresses the irony of calling someone "coloured," highlighting the contrast between black skin, which remains constant, and white skin, which changes with emotional or physical states. This poem reflects on how the colour of one's skin can shift depending on circumstances, challenging the societal labels that define people by their appearance.

When I was born, my skin was dark as...

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Resembling beauty, I feel lost when unloved

A silent plea within each gaze.  

Like beauty, I crave tender hands

Soft and free in their embrace.  

 

Like beauty, I thirst for praise

A melody that fills the air

To pierce the dark, to stir the soul

To waken hearts both near and far.

 

Yet, like beauty, I long to fade

To slip beyond the hollow praise.

Beyond the lov...

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we are the created
the evolved
the creators

created in the image of our mothers and fathers
creating beings in the image of our sons and
  daughters

artificial anticipation

on the precipice of intelligence
reality hits,
  all intelligence is artificial
  it always has been
in the sense that intelligence is merely a concept
in the sense that a creator bestowed it upon us

intell...

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