ADAMANTYNE

I Am A Pile Of Poems
Burning Words On My Skin,
As Ink Seeping Into Flesh
Was Only Carved By Hope

I Am A Pile Of Dreams
Scattered Dust On My Bones,
As Stars Ignite My Visions,
And Slowly Fueled My Hope

THE HOPE
Chronicles of Adamantyne
© 2025. Adriana Di Antonio.

The only constant is change.
How we turn this change into
something metamorphic,
is a simple reminder
of a never ending rebirth.

Through this life as I know of it,
I died and I was born many times.
The kinds of deaths,
you only celebrate,
In honor of life itself.

The kinds of changes,
you simply accept,
as the only narrative
to maintain the constant.

CHALICE
Chronicles of Adamantyne
© 2025. Adriana Di Antonio.

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They all signal us in the same galaxy, hoping to get picked up by us, vessels. As humans we get attached to the physical manifestation of our interpretation and forget/deny it was never our idea in the first place.“


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