butterfly eyes • poetry
i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.
i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.
the moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you
to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
To Be a Silhouette in a Blue World is a collection of short stories about womanhood, faith, race and identity. i. Flaws of The Female Condition The tale of transgirl accepting herself while others around her cannot. ii. The Brownest Thing is Not Always The Darkest A story about a young muslim woman who shares dinner w...
A girl's acceptance of herself, in four parts. 「 Top 10 in The UK Beauty and The Beast Short Story Contest 2017」
[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium, But in the drab, slow-burning windows of everyday life, Death. ☆☆ A...
❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that ot...
i crave the side of you that you don't show to anyone else. [a bunch of short stories, poems, and mindless ramblings i think of at the weirdest times.] [Highest Ranking: #21 in SS] © Copyright @thevildflower twenty fifteen. All rights reserved.
Galaxies and constellations hung in the balance. I was dangling over the abyss, my hand gripping yours. You were smiling at me. Your eyes looked like stars. You were promising to never let go. And then you did. I looked up at your starry eyes, I scrambled for your fingers for a second, then tumbled from the edge. And...
I LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405