Poetryprose Stories

❝and i loved her for every bit of her. for every shade that she was.❞ book one in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 010918 completed: 110918 written: 160...

❝she is like the song of sirens; beautiful but dangerous.❞ book three in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 301219 completed: 060320 written: 281119 - 110...

you kissed me down my spine and made me feel divine.

It all lies in her poetry and prose

In which she falls victim for his exorbitant desires, his iniquitous tongue and his immoral ways. And him for the constellation in her eyes but the provocation in her li...

❝i've always desperately wished for her.❞ book two in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums written: 180919 - 131219 published: 121019 completed: 271219

❝of all the flowers that bloom in the spring, she is, by far, the most beautiful.❞ book four in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 090320 completed: 10052...

the heart of a Siren [2019]

Have you been affected by distance? Here is a story of two soulmates separated by violence.. We only get to meet one of the friends though.. Simple poetry like never bef...

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

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 @hur...

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

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

"sweet tenderness, if only lust had been this poetic .." ______________________________________________ ~ All rights reserved for 2021 ~ ©secondlydee

How does one describe poetry? poetryprose #17 poetry #42 freeverse #61

Prose

❝ she flaunted a riveting beauty where ever she walked; vengeance glowed from within her bones and milky white lilies adorned her satin hair. nothing if not perfect, ...

the thoughts which never quite escaped my lips as syllables, spilling out into the silence but were kept, pursed tightly within, flowing through my veins, no verbalisati...

2020-2021 a holding pattern to find myself