❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜ They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing my flower crown fingertips, and laid a kingdom at my feet. A Hades and Persephone retelling. ❛AND WHEN I PLACED MY DREAD HEART IN HIS PALM; HE CALLED IT A KEY AND ME A QUEEN.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

because sometimes words are like paint splatters; messy, chaotic and leaving their imprint on any canvas they come in contact with. but also full of life and colour, and just like a masterpiece, is capable of being interpreted in 7 billion different ways. #132 - 22/10

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

an exploration of the heart. december 2018

poetry she doesn't realise that a broken heart can't be fixed with a sorry.

the moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you

you, me, some rum and coke and a balcony in france

A bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow." ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ❀ Please be aware that these poems touch on sensitive topics, such as mental illnesses, in a subtle manner. Credit to @flowermindd for the beautiful cover