wildflower honey.
vanilla scented poetry
❝paint me like you paint the ocean, capture me in your favorite picture, sing me like an anthem, and draw me in the sand.❞ a series of vignettes where a boy tells his coming of age through love, want, and proclamations
one awkward teen gal, one mexican painter with a unibrow, and one boy who likes to take pictures of chalk. strangeness ensues.
i think that if he and his short-lived denouement astounded me so then this would be much deeper
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
written by my heart not my mind a bundle of pieces that I like and I have written throughout the years, whether poems, or pieces not so poetic - I hope you enjoy.
The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy
" she fell in love with his empty heart. and he fell in love with her glowing eyes " cover by ; @soundthealarm
❝o god, the son of peleus is indeed a fury; his grief is rolling off in waves of sweat and blood as he brings countless ills upon the achaeans.❞ a rendition of the trojan war in verse [© afterwords 2016] poetry #367
Lebensmüde is a German word that has no English equivalent. The word literally means being tired of life and was used to describe the dramatic and soul-crushing emotional agony of young Romantic poets. Nowadays, the word is simply used for when someone is going to do something stupid and reckless. ***This book is dedi...
❝the void. forgotten ponders. applicable art. culture. beauty. cognitive psychology.❞ [ a book of poetry ] © sydnee anna marie | @METALLlCA [2015-2017] 358, 319, 296, 286 in poetry
the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
an album of poetry and other musings forged into a universe. inconsistent updates. © 2014 by helplines. All rights reserved.
spontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
This is the death of the nice girl, the disillusionment that we ever needed to be one. They expected us to crawl to them, with palms up and legs open with perfect pretty painted faces and oh so sweet smiles, what a show to behold, what a horror to live. But I clench a knife between my teeth now, grinning ugly and blo...
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