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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

❝ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵: 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 ❞ [things i need to remember] [❛your name here❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2023]

saturnine

glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never to gather wools in picturesque hues again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤforlorn ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

MENTAL FLOSS

THE THIRD MOST IMPORTANT STEP, MENTAL FLOSS TO KEEP THE DECAY AT PAR.

RIGOR MORTIS

THE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]

MOON

teenage girl ramblings about love and apathy and bad mothers © summer collection continuation 2021

BACK ALLEY 15

dying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ © VANGOHS, 2020

new england blues

fog and a light rain-remember this when i'm gone

residence: to all the girls who had my heart

~ poetry and prose written during idle classes (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)

yellow

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

flicker

where it pounds the hardest, i kiss myself everyday.

i don't really feel like fighting.

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 tr...

realism

who knew that you could feel

nausea

egoic swellings (2020)

HUMAN PSYCHE

because that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human

CYANIDE DREAMER

saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]

ᵛᵉⁿᵘˢ

amerika's trial (and her metamorphosis)

SEMEN BOROUGHS

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

GOLDEN DAYS

three things are certain; growing old, uncertainty, and death. © eliora, 2020 | (p #433- 0602184)

here are my insides

the grief is neverending, but so is the love

moonlit caves

summer's ecstasy

lotus sun

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

Dead Poets Club ✓

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

champagne vomit

volcano brain

LIKE A LOVER

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

the monsters

you could say he gave birth to Pandora's box and we left it on her doorstep ______________________ a poetry and prose anthology centered around politics, civil rights, feminism, self-acceptance, love, etc. and inspired by artworks. @timespieces Copyright 2018

↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

dust-filled bones and ink flooding my veins. © pretendyoumissme | 2020

cigarette constellations

because i was orion until you kissed my lips trigger warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, sexual abuse and other sensitive topics

caprice skies

the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]

MON CHÉRI

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017