FEBRUARY CHILDREN
my poetry smells like mint and lemon and tells all the white boys to fuck off ©KELLY2017
my poetry smells like mint and lemon and tells all the white boys to fuck off ©KELLY2017
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
in which vanessa rose writes her suicidal letters, specifically to her bully. cover by @atolla
i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.
a downpour of thoughts, a delve into the most intricate inner-workings of my mind 2020 © rosy
the thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
I think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depression or other mental illnesses but does include those topics, I writ...
❝ MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM MARS AND WOMEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM VENUS, BUT I THINK THAT I AM FROM SATURN. ❞ © inexplicits [2017]
-a destruction of beauty anthology. you know im 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤, right? {trigger warnings: suicide, gore, abuse, psychopathic behaviour, murder, rape viewer discretion advised}