"only you can push yourself over the edge. nothing else can." © iridcscents ; 2017-2018

He slowly pulls away, running his fingers across my cheeks, enticingly.❝ Shh, don't cry.❞ ❝I bet my mascara is totally ruined❞, I reply into his chest, and he laughs a little, smiling his crooked smile at me. ❝Don't worry❞, he whispers, pulling me closer, ❝You're more beautiful now than you've ever been before. And you're more beautiful to me with every passing minute.❞ (Full description inside) #5 in adventure

she had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]

keeping this up an archive. if you're looking for messy uncoordinated poetry written by my unhappy past self - then you've come to the right place.

Golden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)

- i didn't know what to do after you left me with pain and bitterness. until i met poetry, i've now converted these awful feelings into verses. © winged- | 2016

: dedicated to the dream of complete euphoria

When every emotion can be built and in my thought maybe not as beautiful as the tear of a flower. Poems that talk about love, hurt and all forms of a feeling that still it's empty or emotions covered in a black ocean, deep and ephemeral.

A compilation of poetic pieces mostly about the fragility, rawness, and beauty of love and loss.