you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, my father would say i find it kinda funny that even though i am honey, you refused to stay.

a sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for stylistic purposes -aLL photography iS MINE -title was inspired by the owl city album -i found the cover picture on we heart it

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

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

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

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

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

about a girl's summer romance that doesn't last as long as she thought it would. about a girl recovering from the heartbreak of a breakup and the possibility of finding love elsewhere. all artwork by helen frankenthaler.

❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : complete GENRE : poetry