daydream valley.
in which my thoughts are of you, sweet ambrosia.
tap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019
you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you
you must love even when you feel like you can't. [1/3: "A COLLECTION OF: CONFUSION"]
honey, loving yourself and finding your happiness aren't easy. a collection poems by yossi novia since 2018 amazing cover by @shadriella all rights reserved.
modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917
Monachopsis : (noun) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Prose & Poetry. © eujeana- # 1 in proseandpoetry # 1 in worthlessness
these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]
the boys are fools, with paradoxical dreams and unfathomable hopes seemingly diminished by execrable love. • • • completed.
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.❞
This is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that gives off its own light entirely; that scintillates. These are simply some...
i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •
The thoughts of a thinker are dangerous. Truly. Just a few words to get those cogs turning. 2020 poetic rants and stories.