destructive but ineffective sentences fondling your weakness but never cradling your strength. © 2016 | cyrillics

(art: vincent van gogh, "vase with daisies and poppies") A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved

trying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved

this is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14

ǝuou uǝǝq sʎɐʍlɐ sɐɥ ǝɹǝɥʇ ʍouʞ ᴉ ǝɹǝɥʍ ʇɥƃᴉl ǝɯos puᴉɟ oʇ ʎɹʇ ᴉ

For the sad, fluid space between us.

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

there's bravery in being soft

my heart becomes worthy

poems about what I think of randomly