𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉

❝𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙢....❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʜɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ

AGAPE, Poetry

" 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 form of love . . . in which...i tell stories of love for i can not experience the love myself. or , in which i write poetry and prose.

august

august sipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine

MON CHÉRI

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

AN ALBUM WILL REMEMBER

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scra...

| march and phantom.

He is the corpse of my existential avenue, creeping towards a clandestine affair.

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘

i look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.

mortality -

poems about life, love & identity.

ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

"ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ᴜs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʏ/ɴ?" "ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ! ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɪᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ!" "ʏᴇᴀʜ..." ➪ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ Gᴏᴊᴏ's ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀʀᴄ (ᴄʜ 65-79) ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ Vᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ 0 ➪ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ɢᴏʀᴇ ➪ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ