the moonbeam festival is coming near . . . and a girl is trying to make a wish.

The heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed away into thin airㅡlong to be hidden in the blotches of ink; it may have been forgotten but it will always be inscribed, never be gone. Prose and Poetry Completed

Three months ago, my best friend Frankie, jumped onto the train tracks and died . . . but there's more to tell. I'm Rowan, Frankie's best friend, and I have a confession. -

The chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For each heartbreak I experience, petals wither until it strikes the ground. For every heartstring they tug, flowers flourish hither and thither. Among the fluttering wings of the butterflies and subtle purls of the valley, this flowerbed that houses the essence of my existence rises above the ground. Prose and Poetry Completed

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

poetry from love and pain to healing and growth.

this is for you. *trigger warning* ©deadplanets

the most monumental experiences in history that i did not experience. poems alluding to past grandiose occurrences 2020 © rosy

In which a raving Flora hates the playboy's guts. Short epistolary by: tiptoe2thesun July 25-28 © 2021 Completed