hyacinths in the rain
i am kissing you and everything is golden
Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We predominantly put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to...
will you kindly sever my roots and bathe them in your crimson tears? i promise to seal it with a kiss. inspired by @/phoebe.a.poetry on ig
both weep for the thorns in their skulls when the sun is killed and summer has gone by and the rain is acidic. tragic is they are mortals, and mortals are made of greed and unholy prayers.
[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
/məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri,məˌmɛntəʊ/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull.
banquets of succulent peaches in tin cans and pretty boys with passionflowers blossoming from their cuticles.
glossy words put together to make you feel in the middle of a cruel saccharine melody.
fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION