A goddess is taken to the underworld as the king's bride; her father knew everything and her mother knew nothing. In this retelling of the Hymn of Demeter, mother and daughter will do whatever it takes to free themselves, no matter the cost. Book I of The Triple Moons' Chronicles * Up in the sky, in a world between my...
A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Pe...
✦ Epos - A long narrative poem telling of a hero's deeds ✦ But here, you'll find someone lost, far from heroic. Featured on: @Magic & @mythandlegend
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | these were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence. t. walking dead 𝐨𝐜 / 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 ENDED - INCOMPLETE darylsdixons © 2014
A collection of my own thoughts, words, feelings about Desires, Lust, Temptation, Heartbreak, Dreams, Sad, Beautiful, Hopeful and Mindful Modern Love Poems
I'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to translate various emotions through a rather free form of writing. Al...
Some short pieces on Disney women, and my take on their characters. Scroll through the chapters to find your favorites. Requests are allowed!
→ she planted dreams and watered them with her own tears. ← All rights reserved. ©2016
And when the day returns to ashes and dark you'll find me stealing ephemeral infinities, like a thousand songs never again to be sung under fallen stars and mechanical cities. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2015 [ © 2015 by shaye ]
when you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]
loitering illegally in the graveyard ___________________________________________ a poetry book dedicated to every cell in your body @timespieces Copyright 2017
let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams. let me show you the world as orion sees. writing : [2021] feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm). posting : [2021] apr 17 (12'34 pm) - nov 19 (12'40 pm). mas ; mypoematt...
I've been finding peace when I was still young, and I never thought that I can only find them in metaphors. -Lyre Vega 2020
A million lives, loves and years, small as a grain of sand: this is how to put infinity in my mortal hands. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2016 [ © 2016 by shaye ]
❝ honey and milk in a golden pot ❞ collection of amatuer poems by naira arden. © honeygolds 2019
In the cold night, under the warm honey glow of a lonely lamp post, I silently search for you. I wait.
his fingernails are bloody, and he's pale - he's sickly, underneath the lamp light. he's been waiting for years. a nico at hogwarts fic! (rewritten version of 'one for sorrow' with changes to plot later on).
winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...
a series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21
you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
English Anthology #2: A personal collection of proses that I would like to gratefully share to all of you who dwells on the same spectacular journey of life as I do Status: Completed, 2020 Author: hecriedtheuniverse
My poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
