Chris

When the bonds are true, you are free to fly….🔗

Tied in her favourite colour Making her feel As much as I know she can Lost in a purple haze She never looked So beautiful

Όμορφες καλημέρες Καλό Σαββατοκύριακο με αγάπη...❤️

When she was wicked, she was wild 😇😈 Dark, erotic, wicked, wild ✍️ Mix in a little horror if you like keep it classy 🙏 Tag: #wildwickedwords @Changedhandle1 Weekly prompts drop every Saturday Weekend prompt: Dear Devil Mon 3/30: Oh My Angel Wed 4/1: Fool me once Fri 4/3: No Sympathy For The Devil Let's write and let your imagination run wild! #WritingCommunity @The_Scribblings (do not tag) That 👊

restless mind wanders dim corridors, palms brushing cold doors that never give.Keys bend in the silence,locks refuse to remember him,and every turn circles back to the same quiet want. Yet somewhere in the maze, not ahead, not behind,a door waits, listening for him to stop running and simply arrive…

prisms I watch the light break itself open across your face. Your breath moves through me like light breaking water— each sigh a ripple of color I can almost taste.

her soul wades through forests; no binds tie here no wounds fester

let go of lost time don't let it keep you anchored in the past push forward and feel the universe revolve around you #micropoetry #mywords #fairytalepoets #vss365 @fairytalepoets #art Lucidai_x

I envy my eyes they get to see you while I can only feel the absence

because he remembered that version of himself too well: the way he had loved, the way he had unraveled; another self buried beneath the earth, another grave he would carry in silence inside his chest. 2/2 “The Funeral I Attended Alone”🩸🥀

He went to the funeral, a beautiful ceremony for the one who had died, a single rose in his hand for the casket. When his turn came, he read the name carved into the stone and smiled... softly... knowingly 1/2

just a mess of a girl using poetry to feed the dark

I reach for you in empty rooms your absence echoing louder than any touch

She is a dream that fills my mind Day and night Her warmth Spreading through every thought Her softness Taking every rough notion Turning every ache Into something Good

When did life become something to survive instead of something to enjoy?

bury me in the cemetery of ruined things beside wilted vows where bones rust and love letters are devoured by moths

a child's laughter spreading smiles and joyous feelings #micropoetry #mywords #Only8Words @only8words 📸 Galleria

‘tis neither curse nor blessing simply the space between “Good morning” and “Good night” where she paints my smile so driving my dreams in-between when we aren’t seen to slumber yet feel every single hope blooming writing the next page of our story

it’s hard to explain art, therein lies the infinite fascination

the lifeline curls like a serpent storm-dark, inked by mind-reading fingers coiling across her palm she remembers every version that tried to live bruised bent taking root the only choice is to become something softer or refuse grace and break #BornBattleReady @The_PoetryArena

a prayer for love poems and her eyes