In which she falls victim to his exorbitant desires, his iniquitous tongue and his immoral ways. And him for the constellation in her eyes but the provocation in her lips.

very old pieces i wrote/ some make sense/ some don't/ some i hate/ and some i feel rather attached to/ either way/ they needed a place to rest. this is a collection of whatever it was or maybe continue to be. © starnished 2020

winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

an ode to the losers, the lovers and everything in between. © sandra 2018

it is rather beautiful how rain can bring sunshine to her face.

losers under a peach tree.

you are loved for : unproductive lives™ 2020 | 4archive

DESTRUCTION IS BEAUTY.

the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets