A collection of poems that explores the fragile line between love and pain, where joy and suffering exist side by side.

YOUNG GODS, driven to insanity. © sensationale [7.29.17]PO54

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

virtues are for fools, darling.

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

I think I burnt down an angel once.

a demon, a dying boy, & fever dreams of a soul-stealing solstice.

she will show you every color in the spectrum of her being.

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20