Ashley’s Delphic Whispers

Dancing with you, as waves collide, Every step, a rhythm, a truth amplified. If only you knew, all I’ve ever desired, Was your heart with mine, endlessly inspired. Everything—just you, just me, just us. A dream too vast to name, yet too fragile to trust. What are we now, after all these years? After all this time, through doubts and tears? Is there still a thread that ties us tight, Or just the memory of love’s fleeting light? You left your soul, raw and bare, in my embrace, Only to wear a mask, a foreign face. But, my love, I’ve always known your truth Through the cracks, through the pain of youth. I’ve loved it fiercely, through every fall, Every piece of you,I’ve cherished it all.

Mirrors we face, a fleeting glance, Eyes locked in an endless dance. I turned away, too scared to see, The beauty waiting inside of me. A tragedy blooms in the mirror’s glow, Loving only the you it dares to show. But dawn will come, and hearts will find, The love for self that once was blind. Mirrors we gaze in, eyes locked tight, Shy away quick—what a sorrowful sight. To see a reflection, just you in the frame, Loving each glance, yet hiding the shame. Oh, what a tragedy it must have been, To fear the beauty your mirror has seen. Each fleeting look, a story untold, Of a heart too weary, too timid, too cold. But when the day dawns, soft and true, The mirrors will teach a lesson to you. To love your raw self, with all its might, For only through you can your world feel right.

Egypt—such a captivating and mysterious land, isn’t it? The allure of its history, the grandeur of its pyramids, and the undeniable magic that still seems to linger in the air. Every time I think about how they built such monumental structures, I’m left in awe. With no modern technology, no cranes or tools we take for granted today, it’s almost impossible to fathom how they achieved such precision. Some say aliens helped them, others talk about harnessing the power of the river Nile, but still, it remains a mystery that nags at the mind. How did they do it? And then, the women of Egypt. There’s something about their beauty, their presence—it’s as though they could hypnotize you with just a glance. Their eyes, their grace—it’s like they hold the power of the ancient gods in their souls. And the gods—wow, don’t even get me started. The Egyptians had some of the most striking, otherworldly deities. Their divine forms, the stories surrounding them—Anubis, especially, has always intrigued m...

Is there a world we live in, untouched by the yearning that defines the human heart? Can such a world even exist? They say love is painful—that only those who have tasted it truly understand the depths of sorrow it can bring. But is there a love worth having that doesn’t tear through you, hold your heart in its grasp, and reshape it entirely? A love that doesn’t overwhelm, make you feel everything at once—joy, fear, longing, and vulnerability? Is there anything as pure, as raw, or as devastatingly beautiful as love? Something that breaks and builds you in the same breath, leaving you both shattered and whole?   Spirituality, religion, atheism, the cosmos, the universe—God or no God—what exactly races through the labyrinth of the human mind? Are we connected? Surely not, right? How could we possibly be tethered to the cruelest among us? But then, what about the kindest souls? The poets who gave us beauty in words, the way our hearts soften at a baby’s laughter, or the ache we feel f...