endless milk
days and days
And if life repeated a thousand times, still you, you and again, you. Forough Farrokhzad Sometimes love can ruin you
pretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
It started with a lemon sorbet. Then a cold, dead body smiled. ✘ ✘ ✘ In a chance of a lifetime, Wendy Cain's innocent little crush on an infamous pariah, Leon Song, is swept up in a game of cat, mouse and murder as a dead body is found in his home... and the natural suspect being the amorously charming man. Can a simp...
to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ...
the silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
"you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world." - lowercase intended.
you kiss her softly with the intention of purity. it quickens, and becomes a vice. the sinners now become lovers.
❝ 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]