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Muse in the Ordinary

MUSE
/myüz/
noun
The source of an artist’s inspiration.


Me, Myself, and My Muse

Hey! I feel like I haven’t introduced myself or explained precisely what I’m hoping for from this page. So, hi! Nice to meet you! I’m Vanessa, but you can call me V. I’m a recent high school graduate, and I’ll be a full-time university student studying Psychology starting this fall. Something that has always fascinated … Continue reading Me, Myself, and My Muse


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    I’m in love with a tailor. At sundown he weaves his flesh with mine and his tongue speaks words of lace. Under the raindrops I see the rich colours of French tapestry in his eyes. I’m in love with a tailor who spins my silk spine into golden thread. After the spool is wound, I … Continue reading When Seams Align
  • A Fallen Soul Deceived Me
    Officer please listen closely He was disguised as the angel of light His flesh was fine as snow And he promised to fly me to paradise I devoured his perfect poison It burned my membranes And coated my teeth in sugar I was scammed foolishly He helped carry my osmium sword But then backed me … Continue reading A Fallen Soul Deceived Me
  • Ode to Your Latent Child
    My Child, Drought runs deep in your veins The Earth’s soil is bitter to you Your mother’s sun scorches your stem My Child, I see you drowning In the storms of anger Your skin drained of blood My Child, I wish to cradle you tenderly Rock you to sleep And rest you on the moon … Continue reading Ode to Your Latent Child
  • A Green Spring Brings Blue Autumn
    When Spring creeps in The Willow Tree weeps Watching the Cherry Blossoms bloom Envious of her elegant dance And how beautiful she makes the streets But in two weeks time The Cherry Blossom withers to the ground Her grace short lived And the Willow weeps no more Realizing his leaves are the last to fall … Continue reading A Green Spring Brings Blue Autumn
  • Longing For Father
    Sweet child Be mindful of yourself Open the door with caution  Release the monsters with a careful eye And sleep upon the clouds -Vanessa Ferronato
  • His Own Way
    The lonely traveller is ridiculed  And shamed for the solitude he’s chosen. Without dismay he continues to walk Along his lonely path. The crowd gathers together And lay rest in the city square. Eating sweet peaches and picking dandelions While the lonely traveller walks along his foreign path. The crowd settles in comfort with each … Continue reading His Own Way