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 》
glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never to gather wools in picturesque hues again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤforlorn ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
I've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first waved at you and the love for the same artist started our very first conv...
HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will tr...
over dramatic™ thoughts and grievances (2017-2019) -highest ranking: #34 / recovery #724 / angst #917 / regret
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
we shared pills and basked in their thrill. we howled at the moon and refused to walk in the daylight. we ran away from the world, vowing never to return. we were in love. we were diseased, disillusioned, dying. we thought we were free. we were lost.
it was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©
TO LIVE IS TO DWELL BEHIND BARS WITH PUPPET STRINGS PULLING US FROM LIMB TO LIMB, BUT BITTERSWEET DEATH'S EMBRACE IS AN ETERNAL FAREWELL. DO NOT FORGET, MY SHATTERED DARLING, THAT DEATH GROWS STRONGER IN THE EMPTY CASKETS OF MY GLASS BONES EVERYTIME I DRAW MY BREATH. POETRY
the cigarettes won't save me now. yet, the lungkiller sits mercifully between my teeth to grant me a temporary bliss in exchange for my health. it's not like i'm going to live forever. OR i've glitterglued my bones together and taped my eyes open; you're everywhere in my mind and the veins in my heart (whatever's lef...
[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
as you pass by, lost and found, drop a hey to this word-ly menagerie where i keep my various vibrant beings. jul '20 - © springarts
trepidation of an unmanageable aftermath. jun '20 - juneteenth '20 © springarts
