
Skies Don't Keep Starsby OddBlood
The almosts, the maybes, the never-weres.
All the love held but never kept-
The skies that don't keep stars.

you were the highway, i was the de...by rebelhymns
he doesn't know that i write him into metaphors and bury my longing between the lines of every verse he'll never read.
fifth poetry collection. april 2025.
Completed

lamentations for heavy eyesby rebelhymns
you were the one i wanted, but i didn't know what i wanted.
poetry on trauma & mental health.
third poetry collection. feb 2025-april 2025.
Completed

Whispers of the Soul: Verses From...by Royce Earnest Rasmussen
Embark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetr...
Completed

words of isolationby jakeil
just my feelings and thoughts turned to a prose and poetry whilst in a great isolation (self-isolation) not beautifully said nor beautifully sounding yet deserved to be...

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you must forget your dreams
when they tear a city apart.
for not just the city was broken:
so was my heart.
note: this is "wonderland" part 2. to read "...

everything staysby sol
[ prose/poetry ]
i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed
Completed

Poetryby Breelix
"She gazed in wonder at the worlds she created within her mind"
This book serves as a written archive of my own Instagram poems. Feel free to visit my page ov...

letters never sentby seah
vintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.

anemoia | a prose collection by Venus
"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.&qu...

Dear, Elliot ( A Prose Collection)by Senyorita Nica
Dear Elliot,
This is one of the letters I wrote about you that I would like to send but hesitated. Because you might not feel the same way. However, I have a lot of
trus...

Minds Gone Afoul and Mouths Gone A...by emma ☆
This is pulp poetry. This is the poems your mother hides away from you but opens up in her spare time and cries to. This is the poetry your bastard lover wrote about you...

Holding on Phantomsby Alphabet Boy
Under the livid moon and stardust sky, I hold on my phantoms. My grasp is stout like my life depends on them, so I stand still and bare the zephyr ghosting on my skin. I...