and i loved not wisely but too well
november's isolation
a caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》
poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin g...
you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain
drowning in you. all rights reserved. © 2014 witchlings clawing my way out. all rights reserved. © 2024 witchlings
to those who feel so utterly alone, ©2022 @uranium-girl / tw: mental problems, self harm / highest ranking: #1 in poetry 02.02.2022
theres cracks in my spine, fissures written along the phalanges of my finger, my brain is open like a vivisection, and there is a strange comfort as strangers eyes pick me apart. aka. a wannabe crywank writes poetry because it be like that
[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]
to the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl
TW: BLOOD, GORE, SUICIDE, SELF HARM, EATING DISORDERS, MORBID DESCRIPTIONS, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, RELIGIOUS THEMES, CANNIBALISM, ARSON, FIRE, CIGARETTES, DRUGS, KNIVES, GUNS, WEAPONS, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, RACISM, ETC !!image is not mine!!