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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
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
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
"if i write poems to you, will you finally understand me for who i am? for can you not see that the way i love is the way that shouldn't be?" ✦ lovely cover by @klexos c: {#19 in poetry on 9/8/16} ✦ © lusterless (galena t.) 2016 all rights reserved.
there should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]
❝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...
if it ever means anything at all, it is poetry of humans, about humans. #36 in poetry on 04.07.2016 |lowercase intended.|
You will choke on words coming through the red lane. Kindly let them bleed out. Highest Rank: 1 | General Fiction 349 | Nonfiction
Verse after verse, I want to go home. P.S. These poems are just word vomit-- from when I was 17. They've aged, but there's no harm in letting them have a home here.
On Sunday came the sky, on Monday came the poems, and on Tuesday, the stars were scattered on her doorstep. @ 2017.
and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi