ars longa, vita brevis
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smiling hooks на delamiafede
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"How slow and languid and tepid I stood. How frozen in time. Once upon a time, I had thought myself capable of anything but."
Ordeal на AnaPaulaAlsan
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Ordeal is a fictional short story about the writer's process of seeking inspiration to write, and their struggle to decide what and how to write - all of this concatenated to the myth of the nine Greek muses and the art that justify the writer's existence.
My Poetry Diary на nakedpoetry
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'Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.' - Allen Ginsberg Lately, my thoughts have been radiant, unpleasant, sexual, extraordinary, and wonderful. I've been keeping such threatful madness inside my head, and (with no other way of letting it out) I decided to publish it as a collection of poems. I appreciate every reader, who reads passionately, and it would be my pleasure to answer your comments and share opinions. Thanks, that you read books and create art.
escapril  на timespieces
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bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
The ENTOURAGE на mocknroll
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"We were young and so in love - with being alive, with how things were. With the power we possessed together, with our plans. It was the pinnacle of our lives, and we pretended it was going to last forever." Only six students will make up the Advanced Arts Consortium. Kelland Buchanan's life is forever altered when he sees them from afar; then he is one of them. Absurdism and creative rebellion, artistic minds, and dark, dark secrets. All things chaotic and grand ensue. 66k WORDS + COUNTING - in progress TW: this book discusses triggering/dark themes. Mentions/accounts of death, suicide/ideation, abuse and mental illness; please proceed with caution.
manifest на rosygirls
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collection three
of voids and visions на ceaseium
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destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018
Hysteria на mslarabose
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a collection of my poetry for the world to pick apart. warning: some of these poems contain themes of mental illness, self-harm, and attempted suicide. if these are likely to upset you, i would advise against reading.
BOHEMIA на caIebjames
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‪BOHEMIA 🌷🌼‬ ‪An abstraction of creativity. ‬ ‪Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection rife in love, loneliness, trauma and grief. ‬ Bohemia is a landscape; be it physical or emotional. Bohemia is a world where love goes to die only to be born again on Earth. Bohemia is a cityscape where sadness crystallises and transforms into a kind of happiness; to shed light back on Earth. There is a sense of hope rooted in the soils of Bohemia. It's up to you to find it. 🌺⛅️
in the absence of light на sxpereaude
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"Why do we live?" "So that we may one day prove ourselves worthy of dying," she says without much thought. "And what is death?" "Victory," Oliver replies with a sullen grin. He smiles. "Is that what you really believe?" "It's what you taught us to believe," Eden says, his hair a stroke of golden in the afternoon light.