Pink Colored Glasses By D. Medina Some like it hot and blunt—sharp truths flung like stones, no sugar or sprinkles. Others prefer a softer delivery, one wrapped in illusion, dressed in metaphors, cloaked in tenderness. But the question remains: how do you seep your truth? Do you let it spill in moments of rage—unfiltered, feral—or pour it gently through poems and polite silences?

Not every truth needs to shout. Some whisper, some heal, some hold up a mirror.
Read Pink Tinted Glasses — a reflection on honesty, intention, and how we speak our truth.
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A Trip to the Star: A Caramel Reverie By D.M. The trip to the star is part of the play—Morning routine in a caffeine ballet.Throw on some pants, toss up the hair,Sunglasses on, like I just don’t care. Keys in hand, world in a rush,Dancing through traffic, the sidewalk crush.A daily mission, a little bit loud—But inside I drift above the crowd.

A quiet ode to morning rituals, caramel comfort, and the soft magic in a name on a cup. ☕✨
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A Siren’s Whisper  by D.M. of Ivy & Ink Her chants carrythe breath of echoing centuries —salt-sweet,like the tide below.She sings of calm.She guards — and she wrecks. She pulls you in,won’t let you surface —a lull wrapped tightin ocean’s yearn. You know her well —a thunder in tales,a glimmer in silence,a voice that conquers.

A whisper beneath the waves…
She doesn’t steal—she reveals.
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Call Her By Her Name A Poem of Reckoning by D.M. of Ivy & Ink She is not vengeful —but she seeks justice.Those who wrongshall feel her passing —a slow obscuring,a sigh before the reckoning. Her name invokes demand,and with each call — her veil wanes.Retribution seeps like twilight,like Persephone’s whispered return,step by step,season by season,

She is not rage. She is consequence.
A poem of silence, frost, and return.
Call Her By Her Name — Karma.
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Aurora Borealis A Poem by D.M. of Ivy & Ink I have never seen it —but I dream in its shimmer.A vision born in silence,where earth exhales into the sky. It is the ache of opposites —love and fury,gravity and flight,colliding in a hush of color. She — the sky’s forgotten daughter,brushing heaven with bruised light,

✨ Aurora Borealis by D.M. of Ivy & Ink — a dream of light, soul, and sky. A poem born of wonder, written in shadows and shimmer. Read, feel, and follow the flicker. #PoetryOfNature #AuroraBorealis #GothicPoetry #IvyAndInk #OriginalPoem #AtmosphericWriting #CelestialDreams