ANOBRAIN
ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||
depicts the struggle of the queen who wishes to be loved ©nina, 2017
with you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
a philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]