fire flies
garlic and gasoline is what mustard gas is supposed to smell like, they used it in WWI. TW: Slight Gore
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Inactivity- my call of duty
Please stop fighting, it's hurting me
My doctrine
A descent into nihilism, despair, and existential anguish, where the desire for death collides with a fragile, defiant devotion to life.
A Day in College
Something I wrote in uni after being inspired by a group roleplay performed by my friends as a part of the orientation program in the first week
Harmony is a dream
Juggling all the sides there are to me
God of Time
An artistic portrayal of my 3 am spiral..hope you enjoy reading it
Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene
in sorrow
to those who has to live with infinite melancholia
The Midnight match
just a short poem
Cemetery
Everyone has skeletons and things that one feels the need to keep hidden. But why let others use it to hold over us?
i want to shine for you
knees all scraped-up at the altar of something you never taught me
Death
He taught me how to live. Now I’m learning how to write him into forever.
Queen Bee & Prince Charming
We all thought Cinderella got her happily ever after. But then why is she so miserable now?
sloth
it is easy to be still / let me be still
edgy teen
Newest poem I've wrote! I like to think this one is about feeling helpless and having built up rage against the system.