a collection of poetry i wrote [lowercase intended] started: 30 august 2023 ended: [ongoing]

poetry is a visceral string of four years of summer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ❛ silly little oneshots from an alternate universe where jily raised harry. ❜ :☁️: 彡✧˚ · .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ❛ the blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. ❜ :☁️: 彡✧˚ · .

a boy of the clouds encounters a girl of intellect and as she learns to daydream he teaches the lesson of laughter.

I skipped around the fields, the grass tickling my bare feet as I stole flowers from the Earth to place in a vase for my brother's mate. I had a myriad of flowers--soft, sunny daffodils, tall bear's breeches, blooming, thorny roses, colorful gladioluses. But something was 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. I spotted a bright hyacinth on the top of the big hill and ran to grab it. I kneeled and set my basket to my side, and reached for the gorgeous flower. Only for a tanned, large hand eclipse mine, warmer than the sun that caused sparks to erupt along my skin. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆.

❝of all the flowers that bloom in the spring, she is, by far, the most beautiful.❞ book four in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 090320 completed: 100520 written: 190220 - 050520 the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2nGVcdhmizowiucDxwajlF?si=0x8f26rASJejEG2GCPbisg&pi=JJQ6x8gfQJGps

YOUNG GODS, driven to insanity. © sensationale [7.29.17]PO54

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018