Poetry and quote image archive.

The intention isn’t to write sad poetry. It’s about experiencing something so beautiful that you’re capable of twisting words into perfect grooves.

their heart was a vulture scouring the surface holding a position of love and devotion but they got what they gave and gave what they took the revenge that seeks will only name a professional lonely with a heart of hone…

I am translucent, not transparent.

I would sit there, wrapped in covers, watching you watch yourself and as I sat, I thought it must be lonely in there. In your mind, behind all those screens and filters. The way you had this empty stare and how I could …

You were a little bit of everything: mad, pensive, creative, handsome, delusional, electric, sad and just a person I treasured spending time with.

was cold as december yet hot like the underworld felt the world beneath me saw trees bend with intensity a force that brought cracks with lights upon black grasping the lantern searching for after the flowers tug, break…

Fall in love with who they are instead of who they aren’t.

It was intricate. We were intricate.

He had the paint and picture, yet didn’t understand the correlation between the two.

blazing, yet sad beautiful and mysterious a touch of fiery sensation with hands of solid coal the temperature surged as he taught coals glimmered as our hands slipped enchantment intertwined with a life full of sin a ki…