LGBTQ – Open Sorcery

So I hear y’all like TTRPGs on here.

My poetry writing TTRPG is included in the bundle that just went live today (I’ll include a widget so you can find it directly), and I’ll post links to examples of poems I’ve written using it as well.

The TTRPG:

Some examples:

One
Two – “letter to theseus”
Three
Four – “a brief inquiry into the shape of time”
Five – “sin eater”
Six – “ariadne’s thread”
Seven – “queer pressure”

All six of these poems were written using Infinite Poems, and it’s helped me become a better poet and writer overall. I hope it helps y’all, too. Please don’t hesitate to reach out, tag me in what you make, and share this with your friends, foes, and anyone still under review!

-Allēna

August 3, 2025

this one is called “sin eater”.

i think you seared ghosts into my bones
down deep into the marrow

and time may be round, but i am forced to remain here
suffering, as all of time’s rivers and streams flow back into me
and the specters of all the things you whispered and lies you screamed
are made to ride with me too

i am not religious, but i am spiritual
and i am your confessor, always have been, 
and i worry i always will be 
grayscale, amoral, atemporal priest of these jagged streets
i am the one person who will never forgive you
no matter how hard you try to forget me

where can i go and who can i turn to
who can unmake, unbaptize, undo what you did to me
when you already tried me by fire and inducted me 
into your thorny order? so this is my confession:
i didn’t want this, no matter how much you think i needed it
and this life of yours? you can keep it

-Allēna 8/2/2025

August 3, 2025

“to be the lightning”

when the lightning strikes me back
and my cracked-cup mind can no longer hold
all the subtle fire it’s meant to contain
find me at the edge of a cold, dark place

i wanted to be the lightning,
not simply the bearer of it, 
but sometimes both dream and nightmare
outpace me and i cannot find my way home

so if the world begins to slant 
remind my parched mouth
that i am both cupbearer and bitter wine
reforge both sides of my twisted spine

when the lightning 
strikes 
me 
back

-Allēna 7/31/2025

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August 1, 2025

I wrote this at the poetry workshop I went to today:

i'm not sorry for the wisdom that pours out of me, breaking through the cracks, bursting at the seams
i'm one of the rare few that can love to the point of invention, but believe me, I can hate to the point of invention, unapologetically
and i'm not sorry for being myself -
a gordian knot, a bois d'arc tree,
a technicolor, queer, living scream you
could never even begin to hope to parse, cut down to size in
thirteen lifetimes.
i've danced in the space between life and death more times than
you've ever given yourself permission to live
and you will never destroy me, not even in death.
the empires i've built and burned
out of beauty and rage, the space i've claimed and wars i've waged
to create who i am when you don't even know who you are - and you are twice my age... i'm not sorry for that.
i've grown around you. i've loved around you. i've rested around you. i've learned that i didn't fucking deserve any of what you did to me. and i'm not sorry.
you should be.

July 27, 2025