anthology

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

To Dylan

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

we used to wait

we are never- ending.

[ ardent ]

a short collection of short poems and not-so-short poems that might leave you unsatisfied. completed. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

apparitions

if I had a heart I wouldn't be here.

mortals

i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

incarnation [prev. 'shadows']

[ " i've never asked why he took me that day; but heaven always told me i looked beautiful in red. " ] this is the after life.

letters to you

❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved

lithe

❝ let these words be my wings, and bind my soul to my pen❞

Ardently

From the Latin 'ardere': "to burn"

Human

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

don't ever run away

we are sad creatures