An anthology on bad verses. (Poetry #1 - 27.6.2016)

look into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

there's bravery in being soft

❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]

cry with mama moon

"James Jupiter wants to be human."

found myself writing poetry... somebody stop me... again.

You Meant Too Much For Someone Whom Was Meant To Be Temporary

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞