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to fall in love: a collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. that not quite feeling o

to fall in lovea collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. 

that not quite feeling 

of vague nausea and the

incessant pounding in your head

to match the one beating

beneath your skin and bones.

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complicated love:first draft, 74k/? complete.riley and jade have always been best friends, but when

complicated love:

first draft, 74k/? complete.

riley and jade have always been best friends, but when jade starts dating riley’s ex-boyfriend, colton, feelings get hurt, relationships are torn, and jade and riley learn what love truly means.


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zusammen:first draft. 5k/? complete.carter xu. lyra chen. thomas lin. they’ve been bitter pianzusammen:first draft. 5k/? complete.carter xu. lyra chen. thomas lin. they’ve been bitter pian

zusammen:

first draft. 5k/? complete.

carter xu. lyra chen. thomas lin. they’ve been bitter piano rivals since they can remember, each on the brink of stardom, but when lyra, thomas, and carter uncover a secret about carter’s family, everything they thought they knew begins to unravel, and they realize that perhaps the three of them aren’t so different after all.


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the pacific ocean is 165.2 square miles by @/horationed

midlife crisis at seventeen by @/horationed

there is something about the way the sea looks this sunrise that makes me want to be loud. the waters have receded like a failing army and the exposed sand is sticky like glutinous rice. there is a tidal wave of rage rising in me and it has nowhere to go so i want it to go into the ocean. why won’t you scream, i ask, where are your storms, i want to see them tear the trees and the tents and the benches and the paths apart. i sneer at the culling complacency of reflected blue and i want it to snarl back. i want a tsunami, i want a death toll taller than these gallows of mine. there is a hurricane on the tip of my tongue and it tastes like salt and the bitterness of pesticide and i am filled with a plague. the pestilence in me rises and rises and rises and i am drowning in a mouth.

i want a storm, i want to be filled by the ocean and be pulled apart by the currents. i want to be thrown like a lover against the bedrock; let me be embraced by skeletal sailors. i would be bloody and beautiful on the outcroppings, strewn like a broken pearl necklace. i want the jagged teeth of great white sharks like hickeys on my skin. i want the plunge, i want the breathlessness, i want to bleed into the deep and let the salt cleanse the gulf of my wounds.

when you soak an open wound in the ocean sometimes it heals and sometimes it develops into an infection by kyouka | @horationed

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