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my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.
my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.
a short story of two star-crossed lovers who narrated their story in phrases that hold the entirety of their heart and soul
through feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings. and here she unfolds her infinitesimal philosophies piece by piece. when no one want...
❝you won't be alone.❞ comprised of broken promises that were never his fault. cover by @kinofilms
❝This is the love I fail to say. One that caused him to go away, for our love was never made to stay.❞ - all of the poems are mine :) #1 in Poetry 26/05/17 ! Thank you for reading♡ New book 'Everything You Never Knew' is out!
Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love, sadness and even realities about the world. - Book Cover by Khadija Fa...
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
a collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6.12.19 - O8.19.19 k-ashmir O1.2O.2O2O #1 - #poet #1 - #clarity #1 - #po...
Now, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
A girl woke up at 2am and decided to drown her thoughts before it drowns her.
A girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
let the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english
a compilation of written work that lacks firmness, and instead, is full of sudden changes. genre: random // english
ꕥ poems! (completed) A book of poetic manuscripts of deception passing through the growing thorns.
this is a collection of poetry focused on trauma, nature, and the intertwining of humanity. a lot of it is self focused
wan·der·lust /ˈwändərˌləst/ noun a strong desire to travel. "A person consumed by wanderlust is a lost soul seeking for a permanent sanctuary." disclaimer: i do not own any of the art here. all credits go to the rightful artists ♡
The chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For each heartbreak I experience, petals wither until it strikes the ground...