SUNBURNS & SYMPHONIES.
lost flowers for you.
i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
TO LIVE IS TO DWELL BEHIND BARS WITH PUPPET STRINGS PULLING US FROM LIMB TO LIMB, BUT BITTERSWEET DEATH'S EMBRACE IS AN ETERNAL FAREWELL. DO NOT FORGET, MY SHATTERED DARLING, THAT DEATH GROWS STRONGER IN THE EMPTY CASKETS OF MY GLASS BONES EVERYTIME I DRAW MY BREATH. POETRY
the world is on the cusp of its next rebirth, won't you hold my hand to see what we've become? © -immortalitatis beautiful cover by the equally beautiful @hurtcopain
[ P O E T R Y ] ➹ my blood is a bald cherry, its stem grows when the hands point in a single direction then it waits to coil on cutout tongues. 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 © 2019 cherrienoodles
an ode to anyone and everyone who has ever held my heart in their hands, whether they knew it or not
when the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
A collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who experienced being a fool so deeply that it became an overlooked habit.
the rancorous heart you kept locked up inside your ribcage could never be as devastatingly beautiful as the tender smile you always feigned. | pluviophiliac © 2019 |
this is a collection of poetry focused on trauma, nature, and the intertwining of humanity. a lot of it is self focused
with the words rolling off your tongue and a quick kiss from your lips all the little pink hearts linger.
if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine