MALAMENTE
my disposition on your skin © 072818 , enamoramos
wan·der·lust /ˈwändərˌləst/ noun a strong desire to travel. "A person consumed by wanderlust is a lost soul seeking for a permanent sanctuary." disclaimer: i do not own any of the art here. all credits go to the rightful artists ♡
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
Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
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 want...
a short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
๑ sa labing-anim na tulang ito, sana'y magkaroon ka ng pag-asa. isaisip mo lagi na magpatuloy sa buhay kahit na mahirap.
Deep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess). Teeming with vivid themes of philosophy, science, love, rage, and protest, this po...
An anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
What skulks beneath the sundry veneers will soon undrape when Stygian dusk befalls, like how it came to me unanticipatedly, amidst the anamnesis of those twinkles I try to quell. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
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...
xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
We're rarely aware, or at least fully aware, of our subconscious mental activity. But subconscious thought does affect our feelings and behavior, and it's often revealed in dreams, artistic expression, and slips of the tongue. The subconscious mind can be a hiding place for anxiety, a source of creativity, and often t...
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
feeling is not always vice versa, and that's ok. ( HIGHEST ; #42 in poem )