moon sobs

cry with mama moon

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine

THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl

fascinatingly fatal

i will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.

ʀᴏsᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴛᴏɴᴇs

[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.

TEENAGE FEVER

❝ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD? HIGH SCHOOL DOESN'T LAST FOREVER. ❞ © inexplicits [2017]

silkworms in my throat

i swallowed a rotten tongue

DULCET

so sweet it makes me sick

champagne vomit

volcano brain

ANGELISMS

the decadence of those with homemade immorality

01. poppyseed

🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words

TREMBLE

wither, with him, within

hello?

running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020

BIRTH

POETIC VERSE. i am mine; fully, irrevocably. © 2021, khadija faleel. #25 in poetry

seasons of our ruin

seasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden glow which pierced right through my disintegrating bones and fermentin...

dawn

once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

ETIOLATED

the silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018

myth

who are the gods? are they us?

thank you, have a nice day!

it will make sense in the morning.

american gothic

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

pears for breakfast

living proof that art is fluid in form ___________________________________________ a poetry anthology written in fruit juice and cheap ink ----------------------------- in loving memory of the past @timespieces copyright 2018

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

deluge

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

boyhood

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

boys i have trusted

falling in love is a disease that will leave this book unfinished until the day i die

i am happiness

show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos

COCAINE HEART ━━ poetry

sprinkle the ashes of your lover over your cocaine heart POETRY / PROSE © putrescentpoet cover by @satinebones