here are my insides
the grief is neverending, but so is the love
Mature
-
-
EARTHLY SINS & CELESTIAL HYMNS.
[ POETRY & PROSE- SHORT POEMS- AN ANTHOLOGY] A BOOK HOME TO: WOUNDS THAT REMIND YOU OF HOUSES- THE COLD, THE WARMTH- THE OVER ZEALOUS HEARTS & BROKEN SOULS, HANGING OFF OF CHANDELIERS AND FIRE LAMPS.
Completed -
GROWING THORNS & DUST.
[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]
Completed -
I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE FUNNY | ✓
A skeleton is all that keeps Ziri Meziani from becoming a ghost. Born to a prosaic town in East Sussex, Ziri is more than used to the company of his thoughts and daydreams, a habit nobody took issue with until 2006. Crediting it to him merely being reserved, they'd shrug and leave him to wander the uncharted terrain o...
Completed Mature -
YOU TOO CAN BE A WASTE OF TIME | ✓
Wrath will cremate Cecilio Velez to the bone. Their veins are a grid of tripwires and his heart a handmade nail bomb. One touch, bang! Beewolf -his personal demon manifested from childhood nightmares, a wasp striped red rather than yellow- has coerced them to be profligate with a flamethrower. There's nothing he won't...
Completed Mature -
THESE CROOKED TEETH
❛ IF THEY CANNOT SURVIVE, LET THEM DIE ❜ Children born into the shadows of war are never quite right. It is a truth that Vasily Aleksandrov has always known. He has never known peace, though he longed for it. The Old Gods did not give privy to those whom paid their debts. Only the Saints heeded the fervent prayers fo...
-
BEFORE I DIE, I PRAY TO BE BORN | ✓
The real world skins you alive. It's a hazard of growing up in rural Suffolk... or possibly, it's a hazard of growing up. Either way, the Dorian Andrade and Isaiah Matalon who run into each other at a party in Oxford have become equally disenchanted imitations of the boys who used to spend summers eating stolen apples...
Completed Mature -
Sundry Veneers
What skulks beneath the sundry veneers will soon undrape when Stygian dusk befalls, like how it came to me unanticipatedly, amidst the anamnesis of those twinkles I try to quell. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
Completed Mature -
Pretty In Yellow
A bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow." ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ❀ Please be aware that these poems touch on sensitive topics...
-
jupiter bleeds
ichor bleeding down the sky the tragedies of god's burning bright jupiter bleeds © aphrodeiities 2019
-
AN ESCAPIST'S REPRESSED DESIRE | poetry
he said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
Completed -
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE LONELY.
to those who feel so utterly alone, ©2022 @uranium-girl / tw: mental problems, self harm / highest ranking: #1 in poetry 02.02.2022
-
OF THE LIKE
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
Completed
