WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee

||Trigger Warning|| I write for no one and for everyone. I write the poetry that stung my tongue and poisoned my air. I write the poetry that tasted of sweet nectar and smelled of roses. I write for the past, for the future, and for the present I can never grasp. ||A completed collection of poetry based on the ends, beginnings, and everything in between.|| Enjoy~ R.W

"sex tasted like blood and resin and suture scrub to me." -james ellroy, the black dahlia. a collection of poems on love, compulsion, and the demons in our bedrooms. content warning: sexual assault {#868-- July 20th, 2017}

"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."

to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

A ensemble of poems written by Goddess Blade.

A collection of nocturnal thoughts. Powered by overthinking. Sparked by heart-break. ( thank you for reading ! 🌷)

***Viewers discretion is advised*** The humming is the deep vibrating sound you hear when you are close to death. The pulling feeling you get when your soul is leaving your body. When your mind surpasses a level of fear so immense that you give up and become content with letting go. The feeling of your senses are slowly diminishing as all is spinning around you. The humming begins to throb throughout your body in a pulsing rhythm. The gap between the pulses grow. You notice it's following your heart. It slows down further. Until it stops. Then everything goes dark.

When one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their hearts no longer beat like they used to. They become tainted. Shout out to @Heavenlygirl1990 for the drawings that are a complete representation of the feelings I am trying to share. Thanks