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Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
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Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
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Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
257 reads
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Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
257 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
257 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
257 reads
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
211 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
211 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
211 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
211 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
211 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
130 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
130 reads
5 Comments
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