swallowing earthworms
pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
living proof that art is fluid in form ___________________________________________ a poetry anthology written in fruit juice and cheap ink ----------------------------- in loving memory of the past @timespieces copyright 2018
these dreams, naked and phosphorescent, won't fade 'til i scoop them out of myself.
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
the most monumental experiences in history that i did not experience. poems alluding to past grandiose occurrences 2020 © rosy
modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917
i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •
maybe i too am red for all the slaughter carried within me, bastard child of water, lake swelled with rotting fish. What are you searching for when you drag me from you? POETRY © nevillearts. 2022 cover . . . archaicpoets
CAN YOU TASTE THE CONSTELLATIONS BURIED BENEATH YOUR FINGERTIPS YET, DARLING? © 2016, ichorgays/daenerystly SS #992 [ 060417 ]
I would have you as I have a reflection in every mirror. There is no fate in it. It simply is. f!oc x f!oc & f!oc x tom riddle cover ib morstern 2020 © crierayla
i will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
and so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)