POETIC VERSE. i am mine; fully, irrevocably. © 2021, khadija faleel. #25 in poetry

xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55

to the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scraped knees and bleeding hearts, colorless colors, stories of the lost and the found, and times when we are lost at sea. © 2021 @uranium-girl february 23, 2021 - march 18, 2021

HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will trigger you.

''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out to the owners.

in which cosmos meets nostalgia, and together they discover the unknown world.

to build a castle in the skies, to burn their garden of lies.

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3

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