{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the devils the madness that she held had reached ultimate levels so in her...
A collection of poems written by me, inspired by many... All the love x
My third work on WP. A collection of short poems and quotes. English only. All Rights Reserved. #1 in Motivasi 27 June 2020 #2 in Quotations on 5 June 2018 and 10 June 2018 #3 in Puisi August 2018
POE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
a sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for stylistic purposes -aLL photography iS MINE -title was inspired by the ow...
"The sun was drowning at the end of the sea And a curtain of the darkness,started to fall. Her figure was diminishing, Making her, slowly, invisible. The night was enclosing her, Like a black poisonous serpent, Taking her away to the world of dark magic. A good soul they needed to corrupt, For the evil kingdom to rise...
A series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that hasn't been fed in awhile." ♤ Black Coffee, 1958.
midnight thoughts darkest Ideas troubled Mind a poem for the broken a comfort for the lost try to dive in the sensation and follow your intuition the story begins Copyright @2018 The Dusk Collection by Cy Park
I hate you. I hate me. I like the color Blue, the stars, the moon , and even you. |thoughts & feelings about heartbreaks|
poetry is finding and describing emotions you didn't even know we're existing it's making words into songs loves into losses it's a way to vent not pent poetry is finding beauty in things others might see as ugly poetry reminds you of the past present and the coming future poetry is lovely -iris
I've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you struggle with any of this please message me or contact a professional for...
Just a book of poems written by a 17 year old girl. cover by: Emma (@lunathion / @prythians)
[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.
A collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS -> Winner of 'The Fiction Awards 2020' for the category 'Best Emerging Talent'. PUBLISHED ON -> 2 March 2019 BOOK STATUS -> Completed ¶¶Away, beyond all the concepts of wrong doing and right doing, there's a sacred field only meant for us both, I'll meet you there and we'll stay there forever, fearing...
Rhythm of heart Poems in blood Love is hurt And Lost in a maze.. I'm not a poem writer... I just write whatever my heart want to write... When I can't express my feelings in words... I write them down... I don't write poems I just write everyone's usual feelings I don't write poems I just love to write my...
"...at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato A short collection of short love poems from a heart unwilling to love. Sidenote: I update pretty slow since I tend to stack the poems and update all in one go. (It's totally not because I sometimes lose inspiration, nope.) Disclaimer: The cover photo wasn't t...
Poems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
