please don't die
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
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romanticism of monsters
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.
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From the bottom of my heart
my homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
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Hidden
hidden [ hid - n ] /adjective/ concealed from knowledge or exposure; kept secret. these are the things I've always kept hidden thoughts unspoken, stories unwritten truth be told: I should keep them inside but they're getting oh, so hard to hide ranked poetry #65 and teen fiction #417 on the twenty-ninth of june. a co...
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Danger Close
A short collection of modern war poetry 1995 - 2014 Highly personal, this short anthology draws on the writer's experiences as a soldier and officer of the British Army in conflict zones in Europe, Africa, Iraq and Afghanistan. Although, the majority of these poems are previously unpublished, a number were published...
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These Stained Pages
In which parts of my heart stain the pages. ❝My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations❞ - Augustus Waters, The Fault in our Stars [This book contains amateur writing from my angsty thirteen and anguished fourteen year old selves. For better, more mature writing, check out Broken Teacups.] Cover Cre...
