Winterglint
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harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking anyway. this collection shall be under the tutelage of sylvia plath's po...
poetry to learn to love again. "and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more." -- kafka. (2019).
can i stop wanting you, now? © 2019 immortalitatis- cover by the beautiful @hurtcopain
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you
this is a collection of poetry focused on trauma, nature, and the intertwining of humanity. a lot of it is self focused
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 philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing
you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain