sin as sweet as wine.

what's to believe? october 2019

error 666 teenage minds out of control.

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

who knew gods themselves could only take so much?

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

there is nothing in this envelope that will surprise you, my dear

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

do gods cry like humans sin? ©ken, 2018

graced poetic rambles & what-not. lower-case intended.