LA JOIE DE VIVRE
something's missing within these walls. january 2019
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017
You will choke on words coming through the red lane. Kindly let them bleed out. Highest Rank: 1 | General Fiction 349 | Nonfiction
three things are certain; growing old, uncertainty, and death. © eliora, 2020 | (p #433- 0602184)
written by my heart not my mind a bundle of pieces that I like and I have written throughout the years, whether poems, or pieces not so poetic - I hope you enjoy.
jus cant shake u