i watch you now like a factory shuttering at down- each clank against metal echoes deeper than silence. once, the machines inside you roared, now they sputter out, leaving only hollow corridors where your laughter fractured. you stood as a living blueprint: each idea a steel beam, spearheading our s...

Thus she swam tirelessly in that dark lake Longing for reprieve, a sliver of hope With one kind act, how could mine heart not shake? You were a silken thread, a heaven-sent rope ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ ݁˖ . ݁ Clung to it lik...

1. Start with a book. Immerse yourself too deeply into a book to the point it feels like you are the main character. Start reading a similar book, reminiscent of the plot you read before. Again you feel like you are the main characters. 2. You fall in love with music. You start feeling it to...

𓏲ָָ࣪,🖇 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎;; ⠀⠀✦ ⋆˚ :sunny: —— .✦• *。✦° The Fantasy Bookclub .✦• *。✦° :sunny: ˚. ✦₊˚.༄ ______________________________________ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ - ̀...

︿︿︿︿︿❀̫᤺᤺ˀᤢ⃟ᵕ๎ꯨ≋ࣳ۬˶ࣳۜۘۜᷤᷭᷠᨑ︿︿︿︿︿ ﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́﹏̈́ ༅˻˳˯ₑ❛░⃟ ⃟°˟̫· · · · ▒𖧷̷۪۪ᰰ⃟ ᭙ꫀꪶ ᥴꪮꪑꫀ 𝕥ꪮ ꪑꪗ ડ𝕥ꪮ𝕣ꪗ! ❀်ིི۪۪۫۫⸼̥꒰°⃘۪۪̥̩̥◌ ۪۪۪۫ ❁፧⿴⃟ - ̗̀↳♡̷̷ ˊ- ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁ ꕤ᳕҇ᨒ*̥ꕤ᳕҇ᨒ⋆*̥ᨒ ⃝᭣࿆ ρrᥱ᥎ι᥆ᥙ᥉ ᥴ...

You know they say keep your friends close but your enemies closer. However What if your enemies are your friends? It's silly, I know, but think about it. Your friends are your enemies to where they are your enemies to your friends. The way we tumble and weave ourselves with o...

.. Love is just an imagination, Which doesn't belong in this real world, It just works as a , You hold her hand when you need it most. Then time changes, Attraction turns into dependence, You're tied to a ...

Though the title sounds fitting for a piece of prose, I can assure you this is in no way another poem to be added to my collection. A month or so ago, I was reminded that I ed B&WA on the 18th of January 2016. Thus, I will be celebrating my 10 year anniversary next year. This discovery has do...

..*——————*.. Pure as the hatchling doves. Reaching at fruit from the tall tree, Tipping our toes to taste an older love. Reddened skin of the budding quince, Laden with quivering tenderness That the fading of spring imprints. Laying in the untouched flowerbed Are young ...

Stillness, she taught me, was how not to shatter but how to settle like silt, unseen beneath the tide, an unwavering dive shaped to appease. Praised for wearing kelp as skin, I was pressed into the ocean floor unchanging, A girl folding breath into silence. I watch those before me, hus...

My bones are splintering apart My tendons twist. My muscles groan and rearrange themselves behind the thoracic cavity, attach to the right intercostal space, readying for the catharsis. Something is clawing at my marrow, scraping a dull blade in the sides for leftover grief so I can bake it in the ...

Long ago, I thought of writing this. As I memorized your face— your virtues, your failures. How you taught my ancestors to devour the firmament. They drank the blood of stars, took in its warmth. Turned breath into sugar, wind into sweetness. I bla...