♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in spilled thoughts - 1 Highest rank in spilled ink - 1 Highest rank in poetry - 3} Sorry I don't use fancy fonts.

aesthetic poems that crave interpretation roses painted with words instead of color spilled coffee that turns into ink painted canvases that sit silently, waiting that is the meaning of passion -•--•••

We've been through °soft rhyme° Oh through the coarse of ~time~ We've been through -free verse- Kissed the freedom of °universe° We've been through raw •prose• So why not escape these ^vows^? Oh why not make this ☆coterie☆ Are you ready to explore.. . . ~•Prose Poetry•~ (~Hazel~) #2 in prosepoetry (August 16, 2018) #562 in Poetry (September 9, 2017) Featured at @CoffeeCommunity

graced poetic rambles & what-not. lower-case intended.

cherries bursting on virgin taste buds under a midnight sun

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]

[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.