goodnight

the world is on fire― kindled lava spilling over the edge. the amber flecks and onyx dust of last year glimmer faint. i yearn to watch sunsets fall along the burnt, charcoal horizons. but tonight, today, the vast sky remains void. where once rose a pale moon of starless wonder, there is only fire. crimson […]

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goodnight

the sky is on fire, dripping purple lava: amber flecks onyx dust. sunsets fall along charcoal horizons― outlines, sketched skies. my pale moon rises, infinity times the night― a starless void of mental emotion. the sky is on fire, burning crimson and embers of the end. dark evening waters extinguish their threats; their bloodshot battle […]

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dear little writer

your story matters. *** i know you don’t believe me,but i need you to have some faith.i know you don’t trust yourselfso trust me…just until you’ve found your wingsor maybe a voice. *** i know you don’t think you’re gonna make it,but somewhere below the hastily threaded stitchesand angry scarlet letters,we both know that was […]

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hours

this piece of poetry is something i wrote in response to a couple images i found on pinterest (click here for part 1 of the prompt and here for part 2). i was inspired by the seemingly random bits of information and quirks that were used to describe and flesh out people. so i took […]

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