My new TikTok is now my most viewed! In under 24 hours too!! Impressive! 👀
Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.
Do I really need to put a strong language warning?
The line is thin
I’m not the one who should be waving a white flag… (in rhyme)
Poetic storytelling (with original digiart)
Heaven is empty but my tongue is clean (poetry and prose)
LOL I found another way to say I love you (in rhyme)
Original poetry, cosplay, and digiart by @poeeternal
Tis the season for scaring all the children!!!! BOO BITCH CRAFT
Exiting the stage right and never returning
I need answers
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
She’s a pyramid scheme
Slaves any way you cut it…
He need to just fuck me and get it over with…
What if I told you her methods are emotional blackmail.
“Sometimes a cigar is a cigar” and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101
Obsession yo, on all fronts
I am a victim of criminal mischief
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
Now that I’ve slayed the evil, what’s next?
The devil is obsessed with me but the feeling isn’t mutual. Unrequited love. It all makes sense now. (Freestyle midday demon slay)
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
He’s just like all the rest… wicked
ABOUT ME WITH PHOTOS
I’ll take your sin lust and raise you envy
The sins of anger (Or maybe A Visit From Lu Part 8?)
Evil is as evil does
A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!
Part 6 of my new poetry series, A Visit From Lu
A Visit From Lu Part 4
Maybe today is the day I find my courage
A Visit From Lu Part 3 (new poetry series)
A Visit From Lu Part 2
A Visit From Lu Parts 1-7! An ongoing, experimental fantasy poetry series / end of the world love saga
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing…
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
maybe something inside
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
A poem about dark hearts
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
CROSSROADS. MISTAKES. SINS. DEPRESSION. HOPELESSNESS.
The problem with being a fallen angel is sometimes you bite when you don’t mean to. Sometimes we cast the wrong spell & summon the wrong demons inside us. (The truth is, I never want to hurt him. I just want to love him the way I was intended to love him).
His love will scorch you. Your heart might get burned.
A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.
LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY OUT OF HERE
All the things I’ve done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊