stintos poetry
Fantasy
I am made of blood, bone, and brimstone,
Forged in the fires of what's been.
Yet nothing more can be said
Of the comfort of knowing
I have flowers growing under my skin
Dawn
Bloom
Icarus
Let Me
Home
Blue Wind
Constellation...
Dark
Will you marry me, miss? Will you marry me, miss?
Despite life's hopelessness, I went up with the bubbles Despite life's hopelessness, I went up with the bubbles
And with you, I won't mind getting-hitched Cause dying in your arms is all I want! And with you, I won't mind getting-hitched Cause dying in your arms is all I w...
I go to sleep slowly. I go to sleep slowly.
Is it just me who is knitting my dreams and praying every day? Is it just me who is knitting my dreams and praying every day?
To leave without a destination is what I’ve always planned. To leave without a destination is what I’ve always planned.
A journey of happiness will begin soon A journey of happiness will begin soon
She needed loneliness all around She needed loneliness all around
After completing a long day in college, After being crammed with notes and knowledge, After completing a long day in college, After being crammed with notes and kn...
Be a true anthologist who seeks absolute creations. Be a true anthologist who seeks absolute creations.
I came where it all began looking for some fairytale bliss. I came where it all began looking for some fairytale bliss.
Loneliness sounds like an untold poem Loneliness sounds like an untold poem
When my laughter’s gone for good Please forget me, like you should When my laughter’s gone for good Please forget me, like you should
She rescued herself from paradoxes She rescued herself from paradoxes
Once I heard Afar have I reckon Once I heard Afar have I reckon
A fantasy you always hold, You are carrying that fierce in you, A fantasy you always hold, You are carrying that fierce in you,
The beautiful walk on the greenery path, Laughter pushing away every wrath, The beautiful walk on the greenery path, Laughter pushing away every wrath,
There is something special about solo Travellers There is something special about solo Travellers
Being sixteen is pretty messed up; teenage is the first-ever shot of tequila. Being sixteen is pretty messed up; teenage is the first-ever shot of tequila.
I'm still in love with that unfulfilled desire I'm still in love with that unfulfilled desire
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