EARTHFLOW

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

flicker

where it pounds the hardest, i kiss myself everyday.

MON CHÉRI

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

PIEL DE MIEL

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos

lotus sun

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷𝑆.

heartbreak hotel [reopened]

I don't want you to forget me. I don't want you to forget me. I don't want you to forget me. But you did.

Louvr

All I had was love

THE GREAT MASTERS

modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917

ANGELS DYING | ✓

𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚. © 2018 hyungwoes

honey and venom | poetry

so this is what it's like to be human

𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

𝑇𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑀𝐸; 𝐻𝑂𝑊 𝐷𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅?

the voice of wind

a 'thoughts-turned-to-poetry' collection this is the part where I hand you my words and ask you to take care of them ~ [ started • may 30th 2018 ]

fool's paradise // poetry

He stole a Day Dreamer's heart with a handful of Clouds - a t t i c u s - just few sad poems. ©poeticmask Hit a like if y'll ever relate to any of my poems (: #21 [12.5.18]

young.

aren't we the lucky ones? we get to feel dead when we're supposed to be living. a collection of scrap paper rambles when i was younger.

STAIRWAY TO THE STARS

the gods are dying, mortality running through their veins. skytaints | all rights reserved ©

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.

SEMEN BOROUGHS

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

absit omen

an abundance of spirit and light [2017]

CΑЯМЄИ

"All I know of stability is rooted in melancholy."

𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 ⁀ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

we're all passengers on a plane with no destination , no pilot , and a flight of borrowed oxygen. ────────── collection of shorter poems that speak to my heart on occasion <3

ᵉᵐᵖʸʳᵉᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁿᵒ

with gore dripping from his labium. © SANRIOZD // on hold. ( ACHIEVEMENTS ) 7/6 #429 in poetry 22/6 #399 in poetry

yellow

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

mother nature

a glimpse of our true nature ©nina, 2017

SUMMER COCKTAIL，poetry

suns in ur cheeks (i'll miss u)⠀ ⠀ © 2018, KELLY. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ poetry ( #109 in sunshine...

𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯 .

live love die, all on the same night.™

JUST A DOLL, ISN'T SHE?

This is the death of the nice girl, the disillusionment that we ever needed to be one. They expected us to crawl to them, with palms up and legs open with perfect pretty painted faces and oh so sweet smiles, what a show to behold, what a horror to live. But I clench a knife between my teeth now, grinning ugly and blo...

delirium

[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.