poems
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YOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY RIBS AND SMILED AT THE CRIMSON STAINING YOUR HANDS. YOU ONLY WANTED A TASTE OF THE SUBLIME. hanabi_neko © 2017 (plagiarism is what sends your souls to hell people. be fair.)
meraki [may-rah-kee] (noun): when something is done with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. No matter what I write, a part of me ends up among the words. A collection of poems.
Get ready to indulge in the best Shakespearean poems you've ever read. Shakespeare was quite a man of words, so to speak, and could put those words to paper very eloquently.
Poems written by me, some may be emotional. I write these to express how I feel and hope readers can relate somehow. Warning: Contains references to self harm and suicide. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used, credit to owners. I made my own cover image.
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
"There is always a reason why a pen meets paper in the world of poetry. My reason is the title." Achievements: #1 in What's Hot (Poetry) #7 in Poetry(10-03-2016) When you wake up in the morning, you complain that the night was too short. Have you tried staying up all night doing NOTHING? It can feel as long as a life...
because, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy
poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy
You were the thread that stitched the broken pieces together; And you were also the needle that pulled it apart + poetry-ish compilation. + lower case intended! © mayolaisejar // All rights reserved. 2016
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
This is written as spoken word poetry that will, ironically, forever remain unspoken. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My words. You'll be charged before God if you copy so think before you do it...
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
We are all simply doing everything we can to find our charted path to the moon. © Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.