Poetry for poetry's sake - art for art's sake, it's all the same now isn't it? We must look for beauty, while putting aside all things that are practical, societal, political and literal. Because what is beauty if you must give it meaning? Just know, that beauty doesn't always mean happiness, it rarely truly does - so be prepared for darker topics, deep thoughts, and maybe, just maybe, a dusting of happiness.

hi guys !! this story will not be regularly updated, but whoever's out there reading, I hope you enjoy. I wrote a book with short stories and poetry before, but it was written a long time ago, and I feel like I've grown in my poetry specifically since then. so give this a shot if it feels like something you might enjoy and happy reading !! <3

Struggles have never been so beautiful. TENDER by FULLOFMOON is an exploration of the human experience, delving into abstract yet universal struggles. Through experimental use of various literary devices, classical references, political theories, economic concepts, and diverse structures, it addresses uncomfortable emotions, world systems, existential questions, and infatuations (with people, things, and the self.) By employing relatable subject matter and simple language, TENDER seeks to show how deeply beautiful our tender encounters truly are. Book cover photo credits: Reylia Slaby - Dagny Tarver

In the shadowlands of my infantile tendencies

my personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me

Once, a very long time ago, there was a girl. She was Lucifer, the most beautiful fallen angel. She lied to me. Spat on me. Sneered in my face. But here I was with my butterfly net trying to catch her light. I hated my self. Why was I so fucking scared? So in the dead of night I went and killed that me. Then I shed her light like an old snake skin and watched it burn in a dumpster fire. Because she didn't deserve that kind of worship. She never deserved my tears. I refuse to wear her baggage.

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did