american gothic

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

night

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

stream of consciousness

"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed upon my cellular phone..." - dahlia, the teenage girl who fell to earth

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reflections on vanity and beauty and love and fear and the cacophonous stillness of it all. © dreamsuckle 2021

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒐'𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .

𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍

╚»★«╝ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ╚»★«╝ //𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚// 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆...

EPHEMERAL

fleeting immortals © epiphxnies 2021

counting the years of my youth

i am devoid of saltwater and a wasteland of starlight but it's still only minute seventeen of forever.

Ink on Paper

The thoughts of a thinker are dangerous. Truly. Just a few words to get those cogs turning. 2020 poetic rants and stories.

the art of being gentle

i love the touch of gentle. i love the sound of it.

Landscape

You only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open your eyes, your mind, your heart to the landscape known as Emotion. ***...

crave

i hunger for poetry. i am starved. let this be an ode soaked in blood.

pomegranate absinthe

getting high on the good life, drunk on falling.

rolling in our graves

"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."

money mouth

i feel a million bucks too extravagant for you.

astronomy•poetry

these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

FAWN TROUPE AT YOUR SERVICE

Where I self sabotage pieces of my heart.

ANGELORUM

Primordial whispers propel a young angel to explore a mechanical, lifeless world.

eaten by the whales

With the cities growing from clouds and the railways hanging over oceans, humanity has reached its calmest. But each fertile woman and each fertile man must be married by age twenty-five in order to guarantee the continuation of the human race. As freeing as this airy world is, perhaps anyone can feel trapped in a bir...