eve holland

Poet, 23, all work is copyrighted

[compulsive]

[aubriestar]

moonlit

eventide falls deeper into obsidian

skies etched with veins of gold

constellations carry dreams further

while a waning full moon

sheds golden drops glistening

in sublime river music

a flowing current cascading

into reflections of a night spectrum

of deepest blues shaded into palest

lavender humming along

to robins’ songs

harbingers herald

melting snow into new melodies

rippling concentric lullabies

further than the skip of my heart

~Aubrie~2020

inspired by @riverwindphotography  moon drops

[svnddlclrs]

[inkedknuckles]

april’s become october and my mother won’t let me touch anything without bleaching it first just in case, she says because there are so many ways to say, i don’t know what’s going to happen next

but we still make carrot cake i still burn myself my brother still eats only the frosting soon, there will be something else to live through

my mother puts toothpaste on my burn and there are so many ways to say, i love you

4/5

[cruxymox]

what’s in this heart i have, i have [ i don’t know ] i think my tears are a breathing i want to rage in a madman’s glee

who’s also-heart do i hold in me [ don’t i know ] let’s do revel in our day storms all of my faces are paintings left out in the rain

[natureandbeauty]

[noorshirazie]

i am bursting at the seams— fragile, paper-thin thoughts getting the better of me, shaking the core of what i once believed to be sturdy. this bulletproof exterior hides more than they will ever discover.

Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars (via noorshirazie)

[peachypalm]

[coltre]

[paperbackpangolin]

In three years we’ll make it ten -

In three years we’ll make it ten - Since you last saw me, I last saw you; I’ll be 23 And god knows where. I’m not sure how old you’ll be, But I suppose That’s how it works. I wouldn’t recognise you; But the fading dragon Tattoo on your arm. You wouldn’t recognise me; I lost that weight, Grew out my hair. My eyes have shifted From brown to green - There’s so much you could have seen, So much you could have been. But if ever I saw you, In ever more than a dream - I would turn, Run - And never look back.

[paperbackpangolin]

Close up of acrylic texture; one of my favourite things -

[marxisforbros]

Visit Original Link

I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain’t got the power anymore Don’t believe in yourself Don’t deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death’s release

[houseofgreysanatomy]

A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.

Richard Webber (via kvtes)

[mi-ki-ki-m]

[daftari]

my heart is a stone wrung from water

[fakesurprise]

my heart is a river pressed against a dam

[cruxymox]

my heart is a salmon swimming up a river

[azukilynn]

my heart is a shell on the shore

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

my heart is a despot borne from famine

[cherokeeghostwriter]

my heart is a heliograph, paraphrasing the sun

[paperbackpangolin]

my heart is a Christmas ornament, in June

[gypsyastronaut]

[dennybitte]

pine wood trail

by Denny Bitte