Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

The House of the Setting Sun

my heart still beats 2017, adriana © (p #112- 150617)

The Sanctuary of Memory

The end justifies the mean. © 2016, adriana | (act #61- 210817)

troy

❝o god, the son of peleus is indeed a fury; his grief is rolling off in waves of sweat and blood as he brings countless ills upon the achaeans.❞ a rendition of the trojan war in verse [© afterwords 2016] poetry #367

Colors

A sad short story, a somewhat collection of letters.

PRISMS

|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended

let the heart beat

i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]

MUSINGS

these words are designed to be interpreted correctly; exoteric m u s i n g s © Aneet, 2015

Mr. Jupiter

"James Jupiter wants to be human."

Passenger

It is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.

candles

scraps and poems influenced by a girl who holds a grudge against this world. poetry #82 [copyright afterwords 2015]

small talk

includes comedies, satires, and tragedies.

Human

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES

-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended

Nottè Oscura

A MINUTE IN, AND DARKNESS REIGNED SUPREME. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 54

drown the stars

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

jupiter's moons

this pull is more than just gravity.

Dum Spiro Spero

A combination of 26 symbols on the many shades of my descent into madness. (the later ones are the most recent, the ones at the start are from when I was about 15 or so. I was relatively poor at writing poetry back then; 'backwards questions' was my first poem ever I think. However, I will not delete them. At some poi...

memoir

poems.

MIDNIGHT

"because today just ended and tomorrow just began" yesteryear beckons when a cloud of soot settles over our faces. past, pesent, future-- they're all a part of an extended time loop. oh and.... history repeats itself. always.

Melancholia

shed thoughts, shitty metaphors.

Mesmeric Youth ✓

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)