the boys are gods
a natural hierarchy
modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
the weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved incomplete O8.22.19 - k-ashmir
𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙜𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙜-𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙥. | 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨 | naumpisahan: 𝟏𝟎|𝟏𝟐|𝟏𝟗 natapos: ㅡ
Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic