Libra represents cosmic balance. When she was invented by the Romans, her constellation contained the Autumn Equinox purposefully — signifying the point in the sky where the sun crosses the equator on its way from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere — and when the days and nights were equal.
Libra's scales are balanced on her Equinox.
Despite the fact that Libra Szn ends in a matter of days, I'm sneaking in this set of prompts, palettes, & moodboards. <3
Enjoy my 50 sour poetry prompts for Libra season below!
at my worst, I’ll finally tell you what I think
sweating the small stuff
rose-colored red flags
survival instincts: camouflage + the smell of coffee
defining ataraxia in the stars
measuring the magnitudes of my love with loaves of sourdough bread / bags of sourdough pretzels
“I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in a hospital; one foot in your bedroom, one foot out the door” - Fall Out Boy
staring down your shortcomings
I duel my dualities
dancing around the subject in quicksand, in circles, and on fire
making sacrifices for peace of mind
an act of violence against the Fountain of Youth
rest on your laurels
I have an instinct for making every right choice
turning the page on old chapters
my depths require surfacing
the love you compare everyone else to for the rest of your fucking life
reflexive apologies
I make a living out of knowing more than I reveal
hang my decisions out to dry
latching on to versions of you that don’t exist > lashing out at you now
triple-feature Saturday movie sneak-ins
"I'm an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love" - Taking Back Sunday
the messy art of flirting away the future
so what's wrong if I have more books than friends?
still deciding on the Booksox I want to use on my [subject] textbook
crystal clear control issues
a balancing act disguised as making baby steps
fanning twin flames / fawning over falsehoods
learning interplanetary charm from Venus
I’ll tell you what’s wrong if you ask me twelve times
choosing argument over air
my cut-off game is better than yours
giving names to blank spaces
copper-coated initiative
Spider-Man scaling the walls you've built around your heart
basket-weaving lies when you're a basket case
moments when self-awareness really feels like it's bad for self-love
the ability to bloom underwater
gorgeous, gorgeous girls are haunted
you're not what they say you are
metanoia / paranoia
I master self-sabotage to avoid getting what I want
pursuing love: a demonstration of mettle
fuck me for your decisions
sometimes you win, sometimes you learn
ready for redamancy
uncompromising grace
looking for signs that love is reciprocated under a microscope
you forgive what you get
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