These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! 🙂
A rhyme or cadence (updated with original digiart)
His words cover me like body paint
An uplifting micropoem
His lips are a map to an unknown destination
Like the big bang
Cuz he is a multiverse
Some things are worth fighting for
I just want him to know I'm drowning
God's drawing a painting and it's you before my eyes
She's part lightning and part thunder
He need to just fuck me and get it over with...
My top 9 post of 2019 as loved by you are now on my Instagram! Thanks for the love!
His laughter is spectacular...
Love and thanks
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
Addicted to love
Traces of affection.
Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me
Sailing through heartache
A loving micropoem.
Gratitude + snaps =)
The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
Place a temple where the love is waning
He's out of this world... micropoem + digiart
Letting this love sink with the lies
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
I don't understand any of it
Love never dies...
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Words are forever and so is love
Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...
Obsession yo, on all fronts
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Titles are deceiving
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*
It's cold without his love
Am I getting through?
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
*SIGH* still love him
His madness has driven me mad
I hope my love can reach him where he is in darkness, so he may find the right light
Stay in the light...
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
A very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
Something like that babe...
He captured me
Let it go...
I am you and what I see is me
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
Alexander warms my existence
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
I don't have anything because I don't have you
I live and breathe Poe foreverrrrrrr (love you to death)
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Marooned on love island
Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
A complete freestyle
A 25 word love poem
My tongue is sweet and sour...
My heart is vacant and loyal but only to him...
Perfection doesn't exist, well, not really but...
I love the rush he gives me
Freestyle rhyme of infinite love and longing
Midday non-rhyme micropoem
My starlight in the night is his existence
A deeply sorrowful poem + commentary (with hyperlinks to nerdy stuff I've done)
To her, his very existence was a miracle. A sweet micropoem.
I see him, I hear him, I feel him like no other.
Do and don't of love on Tuners, listen free now
Goddess of Confusion / A poem + photos (because why not)
Death or love
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
I am auditioning for SURVIVOR CBS again (4th attempt)
A poem about suicide that turned into a convo about suicide awareness + a gig memory & photos
All woe is me post halloween
Lead me to you
Longing AKA dancing for the first time in my fangs... + Snaps
You are priceless and the only thing I want
When they come together it's like an eclipse, rare and magnificent.
I got a filthy, fuckin' mouth.
If only he knew how hard I'm trying, how very much he is loved. Love shapes, molds, and changes us into the best versions of ourself.
Things written while mostly smitten (micropoems)
He left me high and dry