sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

life imitates bad television ✧ highest ranking- #31 in poetry ✧

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sensitive topics i take no credit for the picture

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 collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

happenings : a well plotted conspiracy to rob the skins of the most prestigious school in current Broadway. #73 ( 30.4.18 ) Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014