honeydew eyes, mulberry charades, & inarian saints. ❝ambrose like fire, sunsets, & love.❞

winter was never a sad season, we crafted it into one. (to be continued soon) [poetry] ©ethereal_quill

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 ; mypoemattic © 2021. #29 in poetry on May 10th, '21. #10 in poem on July 6th,' 21.

The inner workings of a weary mind. Cover credit; losangelesque

#collection 3 : open letters "aught"- anything at all ; nothing receiver's address: where our stars last crossed. sender's address: hopefully, in your thoughts. subject: welcome to aught. 18.12.20 - ongoing (slow updates) © ariettetrisdale cover credits: @Ashes_and_Dust1202

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .

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.❞

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 are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

A collection of 10 poems of a darker nature from my blog.

I'm here to tell you, the butterflies in your tummy are real. Every single person at some point of time in their life has felt it. An epiphany happens when you try to decipher and delve deeper into each feeling. The tingling sensation of those butterflies, the heaviness of the heart due to grief, the stinging pangs of jealousy, the blood boils of hatred and what not ! An ocean of feelings with it's ebbing tides, with ups and downs because it's dead if it stops flowing. You have to move through it, and It'll move you.