sun in my mouth | poetry √
i'll make sure to record love how i think should be felt
poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kin...
but you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
you could say he gave birth to Pandora's box and we left it on her doorstep ______________________ a poetry and prose anthology centered around politics, civil rights, feminism, self-acceptance, love, etc. and inspired by artworks. @timespieces Copyright 2018