A collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]

"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves." -Federico García Lorca Was #561 in Poetry

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.

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.

• where I dump some poetic words •

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

❝ 'it's beautiful,' she says, 'roses are so pretty.' ❞ ❝ 'it's just like romance,' i tell her, 'it's beautiful, but it doesn't last.' ❞ + + + In which I write poetry about an ephemeral romance. [ #206 in Poetry // 5.3.16 ]

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

of grassy meadows and sunlit dreams // poetry of the honey sweet love