Between Midnight and 3am
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …
16/F/Itomorie
my presence may feel like a pretty serenity, but my existence is the profound definition of insanity. ~m "finding refuge in my own lies" :3
19/F/lost in the realm of Ink.
Stories and poems lay here The question is what are you ready to hear?Are you ready to face the force of change Are you ready …
London - England
I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. …
45/F/Kentucky
My soul needs poetry. I have been published a time or two. Most notably an anthology from Old Seventy Creek Press titled "Dalliance." I started …
With Strangers
Words fall through me, always fool me. If you want to read more unpublished shit of mine heres my blog http://pensievesandpoetry.wordpress.com/