her name was nostalgia
in which cosmos meets nostalgia, and together they discover the unknown world.
in which cosmos meets nostalgia, and together they discover the unknown world.
ichor bleeding down the sky the tragedies of god's burning bright jupiter bleeds © aphrodeiities 2019
[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
[ P O E T R Y ] ➹ my blood is a bald cherry, its stem grows when the hands point in a single direction then it waits to coil on cutout tongues. 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 © 2019 cherrienoodles
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
❝to infinity, endlessly, without limit.❞ - in which i write poems on the nature of christianity, homosexuality, and the absence of a father.
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
it was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©