homecome ~ poetry

~ to belong / as we hurtle ~

Dead Poets Club ✓

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

Lemongrass

The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana

it's poetry in motion 🤠

Hello friends, I write poems sometimes.

trips

talking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you a penny what fear they tumbling down your nameless night sucked up i...

bliss station ~ poetry

~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~

mango girl dreams on the yawning moon

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

leaf

well... i took the cover photograph