𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑺 ❝ a symbolic work of art showing the transience of life, the futility of pleasure, and the certainty of death ❞ ━ in which she bleeds in words so he can make art out of her blood TOM RIDDLE | POETRY © endIesstars
if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine
be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20
these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
☆ ˚· inflorescence she loves me she loves me not. bits and pieces of my mind ©petriichor-
the stars align. their lips collide. and the universe shatters into oblivion. because the broken simply does not need to stay broken.
I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-
A place for all the sorrow I'm hiding inside. _ Highest rankings #21 - In poetry _
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
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.
Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will wonders never cease When my muse saunters the velvet night, And prays to the moon for fine dreams, With the voice of a thousand angels singing a symphony?"...
𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. (𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎) 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 2/8/21 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍: ________ ⇰ 𝚃𝙾 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘...
| POETRY / PROSE | a collection of my most irrepressible thoughts and emotions © 2022
in this morally grey world without heart, i'm a technicolor work of art. ✰ poetry and prose ✰ © 2020 astralyrics
Someone's made a graveyard out of Hogwarts. Purebloods are dropping like flies and Tom Riddle's plans are right on the edge of a precipice. © lilacwine-
severed wings thrash and flutter in a faraway and futile attempt at twisting the cruelty of fate. abraxas malfoy [post hogwarts au] ©lilacwine-
And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts
he said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
- 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - All Rights Reserved ©_eunoiia_ 2021
a man takes his sadness down to the river / but then he's still left / with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his / hands. POETRY © putrescentpoet 2021
"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you." bullshit. highest rankings so far -10 in poetry -9 in poesia -4 in sadpoems -7 in poemcollection -1 in collectionofpoems -7 in lovepoems -11 in poems -10 in poem
