fresh 'n easy

love and loss and language ･:*:･ﾟ☆ no. 1 in poetry june 18, 2019

EARTHFLOW

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

starman

you're responsible for your rose, and for me, and i wish i didn't love the sunset so much. fuck.

crushed lavender

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

menace

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯 .

live love die, all on the same night.™

swallowing earthworms

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

the monsters

you could say he gave birth to Pandora's box and we left it on her doorstep ______________________ a poetry and prose anthology centered around politics, civil rights, feminism, self-acceptance, love, etc. and inspired by artworks. @timespieces Copyright 2018

MON CHÉRI

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

the boys are gods

a natural hierarchy

the boys of rose valley

those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017

IMPERIUM

THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee

romanticism of monsters

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

he smirks as he tips guns to bruised temples

broken-hearted boys

SUNSHINE KISSES

The night-time confessions of two uncouth strawberry bandits.

anochecer

he is almost visible #591 111518 ©︎ enamoramos , 110518

LIKE A LOVER

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

Dead Poets Club ✓

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

nachttag

Doch wenn ich sage, dass mir all das nichts bedeutet ist das irgendwie gelogen

gone

*and, she left. but just because she did, doesn't mean she wanted to.*

unloved

'because no words can ever be enough.' part two to unsaid. completed.

listen.

in which she tries to speak.

unsaid

'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).

cosmos

oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa

stars

i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that t...

From the Unloved

from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

Odem - LESEPROBE

[erscheint im februar im self-publishing] Odem - Atem, Lebenshauch poesie, manchmal erfunden, manchmal echt, manchmal ganz gut, manchmal recht schlecht. Von Liebe und von Zorn hübsch verpackt in Versform. Cover von Lucie A. Jules

Regenstürme

Mein Kopf ist voller Gedanken, die hier als Kurzgeschichten und Gedichte Platz finden.

CURSE CONNOISSEURS

sin as sweet as wine.

euphoria

‚I glance up into the clouded sky. a sea of grey and of nothing at all. and I just want to fucking drown myself in it.' welcome to my 3 am poetry collection. 2020.