boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020

a poet is a storyteller, but shorter, sweeter, and crueler.

❝𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙢....❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʜɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ

poems about life, love & identity.

breathe with one another

i look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.

He is the corpse of my existential avenue, creeping towards a clandestine affair. | Second Poetry Collection Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scraped knees and bleeding hearts, colorless colors, stories of the lost and the found, and times when we are lost at sea. © 2021 @uranium-girl february 23, 2021 - march 18, 2021