my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

i think i love it // poetry rants

a short story of two star-crossed lovers who narrated their story in phrases that hold the entirety of their heart and soul

through feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings. and here she unfolds her infinitesimal philosophies piece by piece. when no one wants to hear such words of havoc, let the little one who's in need of her chaos be whispered by her written silence. graveyard of buried souls | 2020 [ prose & poetry archives ]

poetry from love and pain to healing and growth.

this pull is more than just gravity.

❝you won't be alone.❞ comprised of broken promises that were never his fault. cover by @kinofilms

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

「 a guy who loves sad poems so much he eventually became one. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD

「 for a sky full of stars. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD