love and loss and language ･:*:･ﾟ☆ no. 1 in poetry june 18, 2019

hearts swelling, irrevocably bruised © 2021 poetry & prose

moonlit kingdom

through feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings. and here she unfolds her infinitesimal philosophies piece by piece. when no one wants to hear such words of havoc, let the little one who's in need of her chaos be whispered by her written silence. graveyard of buried souls | 2020 [ prose & poetry archives ]

a downpour of thoughts, a delve into the most intricate inner-workings of my mind 2020 © rosy

virtues are for fools, darling.

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚. | 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 | started: 𝟏𝟎|𝟏𝟐|𝟏𝟗 finished:

Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We predominantly put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to elucidate whatever perches our soul, even if it is blisteringly suffocating. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne

bloodied hands reaching out , oblivion a sojourn © 2021 poetry & prose

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