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•
you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
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
In which she falls victim for his exorbitant desires, his iniquitous tongue and his immoral ways. And him for the constellation in her eyes but the provocation in her lips.
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
❝the endings are always disastrous.❞ an accursed g o d d e s s bound to a never-ending cycle of unreturned love. a charming m o r t a l suffering through the unwanted attention from the many women whom he has at his every whim. © fiona | 2016
Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry
"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place" (AM). - Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart breaking. She was the girl with the gleam in her eyes plucked from the stars themselves, she was the girl with the broken soul and crooked smile that she ma...
"Look straight, sit pretty. And remember; never lose your fucking temper." In which the universe and her body are no longer his for the taking. ©ethxcs 2019 All rights reserved.
if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine
Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic
falling in love is a disease that will leave this book unfinished until the day i die
winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...
fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION
Alessandra's just a little broken-hearted. But when the one who broke it comes back into her life - all brown-eyed and beautifully regretful - will she believe him, or will she believe everything she's been taught about fuckboys?
