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]
the pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
Read. I dare you. A personal stream of poems dedicated to the darkness birthed by my soul. ❤︎ © 2018 ILLEGALROSE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
poetry for the later hours of the day. 'I buried my love to give the world to you.' Cover by @oceanwaved.
Poems that are written by a little stargazer. Copyright © 2017 by SharishaB
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]