Be no proud; lay no rose, Ov’r the pages written by wraith, Nude by thy sable garb woes; In the brimes of sleepless nights i bathe. I call to i; beget my words, Let i write the ink of fine, Scatt’rred smile of perjured lust; On purpose laid to sweeten a whine. On dreary love […]Read More Mardigal of solitude…
Art by; @lo_fontaine – Instagram. Here, o’sight of autumn dead ; I walk our wonted road, In the might of harsher voices; red, Let me behold the pain i strode; For the change you change is dry, And the sucked sweet dripped blood, But oh, who ever felt as I, Weighed the sand grain as […]Read More Canvas me; O’you.
Art by; @tinamariaelena – Instagram. Be still, comely love, still to be, Eyes in eyes, make my shore to sea; Cry with a smile, bloody tears make ill, Expand your arms, fly me an unexplored hill; Hold like a breath, amend me with three. Be still, comely […]Read More Bella Maya..
Art by – @carboninkk ( Instagram ) Fair love, let us go dine, Will thou let me call thee mine? Will thou let me write fine? Will thee let me taketh thou to shrine? For the sake of love, life and liberty, Will i be in your arms? Will i be dirty? With all your […]Read More O’love, My love…
In the time of my era, The saga; i won’t, And the blood beseeched, Dripped over eyes, your throat. For the sake of sun, The flower, i made the rose, Believe me, don’t teach, I am a jungle; died prose. As bright as my darkness, As light as my will, As weak as my heart, […]Read More Abysmal i:
And thence abstract; to brave, Euphoric pang of thy bite, Beneath the dark azure, O’dear, smite the night. For uncertain certainties, Mistaketh me in the weep, Doth ye smirk love, The leda and the swan, Lust may wanton dove, To bileven wry truth. Again i quench my candour, Against my wilt; chicanery, For i call […]Read More Stagnancy;
In the deep blueness of the sky, there lays untold stories, stories once have heard by the dark. Isn’t it beautiful that, everyday day sun dies to let the moon live? Light dies or call it sacrifice; to let the somber come to life, to tell us the new saga , to make us feel […]Read More In the Mist of Certain..
In the mist of certain, I stand alone, Fathomed me: none, Am i that why? Espy: beneath, Beautiful i feel, I know the Death you create. For i feel, beneath. We stand together, Again in the mist, Mist: lifeless breath, Speaks to unsaid. Lived in ellipse, But: fire dies, Removed i am twice, By the […]Read More Midway..
Demise her steps, Don’t proceed: don’t fall, Dreaming am i? For, To read the unwritten, Fly the fall, And hear the unsaid. Maybe, Smile: some without green-eyed, Thank: some without hate, Pray: some without egotism. But, Sky amending blue, Sweet pain of white guffawed, To wax grey, again. Where, Share theirs, None hark to yours, […]Read More Bain of blue:
Art by – Instagram -@septembrenell @bookaboutyou Arcane my ink, For i write my blood, Don’t seep, don’t cry, Stay – lurch words of my. Live my poesy of dark, As alive as dead, Birth in my perdition, Enclosed in my envision. A mirror of tarnished , Discern the untold alexithymia , Like a Thavma […]Read More Feed the still..