moon washed wish
the moonbeam festival is coming near . . . and a girl is trying to make a wish.
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 ha...
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...
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.❞
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
--- ❛ Does unrequited love still exists, 𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴?❜ ❛ Yes, of course. Mother have been grieving too.❜ ❛ Have you? ❜ ❛ Shouldn't I be the one asking you that, 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴? ❜ --- All Rights Reserved 2020
Koleksyon ng mga tula. Kwentong nakabalot sa bawat talata. Basahin ang kwento ng kalapastangan ng araw, luha ng ulap, at lihim ng buwan sa "Araw, Ulap, at Buwan" ni Soraemie. Pabalat sa pagkaka-disenyo ni: @clxirven Highest Rank: #10 - tula
Deep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess). Teeming with vivid themes of philosophy, science, love, rage, and protest, this po...
in which the words that dribble from my broken lips are for you may 15, 2018 - july 15, 2019
i see no colors, i only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. (cadie)