through your words of mime
it's through your words of mime, that conversations themselves lost track of their time. · part three of woven shreds.
it's through your words of mime, that conversations themselves lost track of their time. · part three of woven shreds.
the skies have spoken to me, it's our conversations that i write.
through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.
where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
he said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018
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
falling in love is a disease that will leave this book unfinished until the day i die
✦ •̀。like fire weeping from a cedar tree, know that my love would burn with me all rights reserved. no part of this publication may be reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author. thank you for your cooperation.
love bitter sweet like cranberry ••• a collection of poems about love/fruit © 2017 [ROUGH DRAFT] - strawberry lust🍓🌙 [REVISION]
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
of love and decay, because our hearts are wired to love and rot - highest rankings #2 in sadpoem #3 in free verse #4 poesia #1 in melancholia #5 in darkpoetry #10 in prose #19 in anthology
i look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.
she fell into the forest and exploded ; © 2021 @uranium-girl [ dedicated to @_marrnight ]
to the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl
[ 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...