MIDNIGHT MUSE
hysteria looks good on us // poetry
swallowing matchsticks at 11:11. but i'm not a star. i'm not meant to burn bright.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
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
a journey of embracing self love, nurtured, cradelled, fostered with vanity. (to be continued soon) [poetry] ©ethereal_quill
winter was never a sad season, we crafted it into one. (to be continued soon) [poetry] ©ethereal_quill
oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!
𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Part III: The Lost Poetry This book is for all the poetry I had lost bef...
the sad story of a fallen angel who's name starts with L i was an angel. with the beauty of Aphrodite, and the kindness of a mother. but i met someone who was evil, and showed me how to never love again. i fall from heaven, as my once shiny, bright wings turn dark. tears fall from my eyes as i know i will never be ...
'i love you' falls from my lips the way icarus fell from the sun. so tragically. so beautifully. _ POETRY COLLECTION © nyxmph_ 2021
sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.
through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.