Witherland
Again: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]
Again: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]
"and in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness" -f. scott fitzgerald
Read. I dare you. A personal stream of poems dedicated to the darkness birthed by my soul. ❤︎ © 2018 ILLEGALROSE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
a kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did
when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry
Mister August Presents MOONTRAP: A collection of English Poems [Highest Rank: 3] °I promise to be your kite if you promise to be my wind° 'The Night bewitched my thoughts and I could see a Moon, bigger than the sky itself, drenched in moonlight and loneliness and I knew it, that very moment, it's all magic!'...
she had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
we are gods slowly fading from mortal memories © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017
❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangible composition.