Submissions by necrogenesia (Emisa)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Jun 2011 1:23pm
10th Jun 2011 1:23pm
A bed of ferns
The man in the black coat. Just the black coat. Transparently worn. Walked in the mist through the green waters. Sank the feet in the brown mud, accidentaly. Guilt included.The ugly siren mesmerized songs of the moon, of little waves, of her allegoric tail. With the eyes quite opened and pale lips; the elbows on the edge of the hollow, she was lying on the waters. Only late at night she was found asleep in the depths of the enclosed hole. All quiet. None.Even the man gone, disappeared.Anyways, one day he could turn back and indeed, in the evening. All the same with the black coat and a clown...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th May 2011 11:58am
12th May 2011 11:58am
Chaos from orders.
The sun never appeared. A giant star shone his way. He's there, he's always there. The wind takes his hand and he blows. He becomes a gentle breeze of distress. Lonesome and bowing low. Tearful and gazing above. Wrapped by limit and clasped by infinity. Reputedly virtuous and coldly awakened. So far, the delights of grief. Even from the calm lake. The gentle breeze. Of awakening. Foaming. Eviscerating rats. Then the red fish.
A mutual light we found. Tell me you initiated one, shall i remark the way back? Cause the world is around.
He won't be led. He'll swim. Everywhere. He waited,...
A mutual light we found. Tell me you initiated one, shall i remark the way back? Cause the world is around.
He won't be led. He'll swim. Everywhere. He waited,...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2010 1:43pm
11th Dec 2010 1:43pm
With
Torment came to feed the rain
As he laid down comfortless on her bed
Cold and naked; whispering, touching, failing
Trying to forget her vermin buzzing within the head.
He brought the darkness; both brought the pain
Embraced to join the bitter reflection
of a grotesque welter and paleness.
Rain and earth, earth and rain
Fall on me and praise my blame.
Inside of an asylum of dust and sorrow
I got no memories; I carry the throes of apast morbidity;
Of a whole orb doomed in vain.
As he laid down comfortless on her bed
Cold and naked; whispering, touching, failing
Trying to forget her vermin buzzing within the head.
He brought the darkness; both brought the pain
Embraced to join the bitter reflection
of a grotesque welter and paleness.
Rain and earth, earth and rain
Fall on me and praise my blame.
Inside of an asylum of dust and sorrow
I got no memories; I carry the throes of apast morbidity;
Of a whole orb doomed in vain.
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2010 11:36pm
3rd Oct 2010 11:36pm
Deadly Madness
He stays there
growling at the dirty window
Refuses to hear whispers of sweet insanity
devouring the demon of my creation.
He stays there
looking at me
Betrayed by the lame existence
of a dying flesh who's
Thinking of the absolution of a lunar regolith
And I
I immerse deep inside my madness
Engulfed by the ground they prepare
for a last memory to shit over.
growling at the dirty window
Refuses to hear whispers of sweet insanity
devouring the demon of my creation.
He stays there
looking at me
Betrayed by the lame existence
of a dying flesh who's
Thinking of the absolution of a lunar regolith
And I
I immerse deep inside my madness
Engulfed by the ground they prepare
for a last memory to shit over.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2010 4:31am
29th Sep 2010 4:31am
Bless Her Sin!
As she tenderly embraced the ground with her last breath
a sky of thunders and rain became the arena of fight
No longer would the spirit reach for the death,
for the end was just her beginning that night".
A doomed reflection raised high upon the surface. Oh, that
lovely desperate yearn for coldness; she felt again the
might. Wrecked in wind with a sickish laughter and a
lunatic elation, stared
at what soon'd be mouldering.
Clot of wrath skewered aloft as she gazed and howled under
the tattered sky. Gruesome passion
And an Earth...
a sky of thunders and rain became the arena of fight
No longer would the spirit reach for the death,
for the end was just her beginning that night".
A doomed reflection raised high upon the surface. Oh, that
lovely desperate yearn for coldness; she felt again the
might. Wrecked in wind with a sickish laughter and a
lunatic elation, stared
at what soon'd be mouldering.
Clot of wrath skewered aloft as she gazed and howled under
the tattered sky. Gruesome passion
And an Earth...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2010 5:38am
28th Sep 2010 5:38am
To The Some-Misery
These days of enchanting misery
arranged the endless time of my mortal soul
Frustrated, condemned, brought in a carnal human shape
Constrained will of freedom left behind
Disgusting smell of life fades with my existence of necessity
immobile to chase dreams and joys,
Stucked inside the emptiness of time
i get pleasure from my nothingness
The human torture of a fatal crown
will now enjoy its actors of this darkened pain
Cause of being part of this holy shit
my «happiness» shall never be gone away
The journey of my unique step...
arranged the endless time of my mortal soul
Frustrated, condemned, brought in a carnal human shape
Constrained will of freedom left behind
Disgusting smell of life fades with my existence of necessity
immobile to chase dreams and joys,
Stucked inside the emptiness of time
i get pleasure from my nothingness
The human torture of a fatal crown
will now enjoy its actors of this darkened pain
Cause of being part of this holy shit
my «happiness» shall never be gone away
The journey of my unique step...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Sep 2010 5:03am
28th Sep 2010 5:03am
Reflecting Back as I get drunk
Doom was all I could bear,
From the silent midnight
till the end of a moon.
As I close these eyes of a mad sickness.
Had thousand of stars fallen upon a rotten skull,
and millions of black devourers inside the morbid dimension.
I pretend to have forgotten thy name of a bitter loss,
but were the shadows of my mind counting the dreadful lie.
Still can I remember the silence of a past,
still.
From the silent midnight
till the end of a moon.
As I close these eyes of a mad sickness.
Had thousand of stars fallen upon a rotten skull,
and millions of black devourers inside the morbid dimension.
I pretend to have forgotten thy name of a bitter loss,
but were the shadows of my mind counting the dreadful lie.
Still can I remember the silence of a past,
still.
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