“A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat.”

When you touched me & cut me deep with your stare. My eyes bled merging into my lips. The flower of desparation bloomed and i called it LOVE.

-Anneshwa ✨

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

I write because I am wretched, because I must make moan to someone or something. I write because I shall soon be dead. These lines will be the cold remains of my soul and thoughts and love, as my body will be the corpse of my warm flesh and blood. I write to declare my faith, to obtain pardon of my sins, to weep, because my tears strangle me and will put an end to me.

Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, written on 1834

I hasten into you, i stumble and find myself in your arms. What a dreamy calamity!

- Anneshwa ✨

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

@bhoomisworld ❤️🌻

I'm tired of writing my own heaps of thoughts, give me yours, let the water flow from your mind, let me consume your convictions and let there be an amalgamation of ice cold water & fire.

-Anneshwa🌻

heavy-handed with metaphor (as all lovers are) & filled to the brim with music

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