#msfrankkenstein

[wnq-writers]

I noticed That when I write about happy things No one really reads it. But when I write about sad things Every one relates. What does that tell you about the world?

Eros J. Belle

[illustrans]

Have you ever noticed That ‘Devil’ spelt backwards is ‘Lived’ Maybe that’s why everything That’s bad Feels so good.

Eros J. Belle,The devil is in the details

[msfrankkenstein-blog]

Hello lovelies 😘 I would like to take some time to apologize for my absence. Things have been crazy stressful for me, my fiancè and I both started new jobs, his in a city 2 hours away, and me stuck in this stupid small town. Our hours are completely flipped, I work days and he works nights. We are trying desperately to get out of the finacial debt we are in but things are looking up! I'm getting a transfer to his city in the next few months and we almost have enough money saved for first and last! I promise I will have more poetry for you in the next few days. Thank you for the support, you are all so kind 💖

[wnq-writers]

And that’s the thing, They don’t fucking know. And you can’t say anything because you sit and choke on your own tongue. I’m haunted by versions of myself that have died every day. They ask “Are you alright?” but don’t want the answer “I’m not f*cking okay

Eros J. Belle

[wnq-writers]

It doesn’t matter how long you sit and stare at the sky, the answers aren’t written in the stars

Eros J. Belle

[wnq-writers]

You make me want to write about beautiful things when I am so use to writing about the tragic.

Eros J. Belle

[wnq-writers]

I am not use to writing love poems But since I met you All I want to write about Is the softness in your chocolate eyes Or the way the wind catches your hair Tousling it in a way I want to do with my Fingers. The air I breathe is sweeter The colours, more vibrant, Effervescent. I wake up in the morning excited for the day Where once I use to dread the pale yellow light Pooling into the room Flooding it in a golden hue, I find it beautiful I can appreciate the warmth The comfort of his arms wrapped Protectively around my waist Nose nuzzled into my neck His soft breath tickling my hair. Before I met him, I use to fear water But now all I want to do is Swim.

Eros J. Belle

[wnq-writers]

Red is the colour of passion and I am drowning in a world of grey everything I have ever loved always seems to slip away I have been assimilated within the shadows of an achromatic dimension  I am a girl born from thunder and a paradoxical perception You are an aurora borealis a strike of lightning in the night whenever you are around I see more than in black and white.    Though the only certainty in life is that there are no certainties this world void of colour  is not what’s meant to be, at least not for you and at least not for me.

Eros J. Belle