hold on, we're going home
red lipstick, liability and lies
xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
[ prose/poetry ] i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed
"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
my, my! what a jealous little thing you are (original book) (cover by ephemerality-) (started: 31.03.22) (ended: tba) ©infantwomanro 2022
unlove me, i dare you ! © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved. [ a poetry collection ]
𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 → original poetry → written from july 2018 to nov. 2019 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
i look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.
Sometimes love can be the best, other times the worst, but you always learn from mistakes. This is my first collection of poems. It will contain poems of love, heartbreak, thoughts and feelings, as well as phrases, reflections on my life and the environment. I hope you like it. The poems and phrases are mine. Remember...
poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin g...