English Anthology #2: A personal collection of proses that I would like to gratefully share to all of you who dwells on the same spectacular journey of life as I do Status: Completed, 2020 Author: hecriedtheuniverse

All my mistakes. Book #1 of my poetry and prose series.

just poems and proses by xysaoirse

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in quotes on 18.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poem on 16.01.2019

HER story is not just crimson pomegranates, all of the splendour of spring bends to her will. But this floral maiden also sends shudders of fear with one delicate footstep through all of hell. She reigns over the birth of flowers and gentle beings, raises baby birds in her lap, and with fawns she plays. She reigns over demons and demise alike and before her fury, even Death himself pales. -the great, Nikita Gill 🏛🌓🌾 ━━in which belladonna asphodel had pomegranate stained lips and ichor running in her veins. the gods feared her stomached rage and beguiling power, therefore tethering her to stand knee length in the river lethe every six months, until a hero came along. or ━━in which percy jackson becomes obsessed with trying to save belladonna from joining the enemy, but falls for her fury instead. 🌾Fem!oc x percy jackson 🌾lowercase intended 🌾(end of tlt-ttc) 🌾aged up two years (14 in tlt)

❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. book 1 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • letters after dark s t a r t e d : january 2020 f i n i s h e d : june 2020 s t a t u s : completed

I look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I think of the thoughts I wanted to tell you, the words that twisted my tongue when I'm near you. Book 2 of my first poetry series For more books like this, follow @Licornesses.

Welcome to the labyrinthine of emotions, where words weave a tapestry of my experiences, tackling about my childhood, love, and life. In this anthology, prose and poetry become the voice of a silent heart.

Quiet small murmurs before a storm. Dec-12-2021-GC