I never knew how a beautiful, delicate yet temporary mark can hide all the ugly and permanent scars. © Sri. 2017 •Won the Honourable Mentions category in the Crayon Awards.• •Won 3rd place in the Butterfly Fly Away Awards•

She was his sky.

an ode to the losers, the lovers and everything in between. © sandra 2018

you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you

virtues are for fools, darling.

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓂 → original poetry & prose → written from july 2020 to july 2021 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues

THEY ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE; THEY ARE DYING IMMORTALS © 2019 by lee