Beauty
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Your dreary web of shades,Falls into my place,From the world’s hidden face,As we stand beside a banquet and its host,Placing each memory to our shoulders,Hoisting its intolerable presence. Oh, beauty.With thy lavender scent,From attire born to beckon.You have a harmony to your voice,And a grace to thy shoulders,A tempting look,In two orbs, of two eyes.How…
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Q: What you propose in your scenario is that flesh has a Necromantic emotive to it. Do you wish to elaborate? A: Necromancy is the emotion, or emotive, that arises from an inability to forget those who have died. This is to say that we should forget their physical form. What manifests the physical form…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
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Q: To recite what you’ve said: you believe that Socialism is merely Nature’s guidance of the Sapient into death? A: Not only that, for I believe it to be the proof of God, and the proof of Darwin’s theory. Q: Would you explain? A: Darwin speaks of devolution, while a belief in God is a…
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Have we felt the urge to swim? The both of us; in raging currents, have we forced ourselves out of line with a scenario? A dismay. A tragedy. A disorientating vision that has made promise after promise turn to failure. Why, my sweet Eveline, has all become disproportioned? My pain runs in tides, in the…
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Here, we breathe, disaster,With our voices, set on high,As death, surrounds us,And our might, has departed,To a stranded shore. I am in love, only with myself,A blessing, that has made, me wishful,A curse, that has made, me lonesome.What have I, turned upon,Where will I, turn upon,Next, when dining upon, a victim?Will I muse, and take…
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Oh, dearest goddess, with goodness in thou!You are my everything,And all my supposed failures,To dance upon your abdomen,With how you flee at every second,With how you are far,With how you also dance with speed,That matches my own. I go down to feed on thy mesmerizingFace of lips and eyes.I am soon to seeThe love that…
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Your words are my focus,Glowing, glistening, and romantic,Each syllable gleams as the furthest moon,Though, closest to raise the tide.You are before an altar,With my fingers laced in your silver.And your beauty entrances me,A virgin doused in white,It’s all so agonizing. It is, for you have accompaniedMy deepest entrails,And have poured a fear into me.The one…
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I saw beneath lashes, masked by shadow,The beauty, of unfathomable lust,She drew a finger, in my direction,So that I’d lay, beneath ivory flesh. Never was there, an emotion so exquisite!As the one laid, upon my heart,Enough, so that she cared, to comfort,Its undying beat. She drew across, three fingers, to her bosom,So that three orbs,…
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Poem #1 A Marvelous Waiting Game Of eye and iris, combined, I combed the earth, to then find, those pair, Dipped in honeydew, and nectar alike, Stark against pallid skin, and reddened cheeks, As thy making, were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries, you emit, By the graces, of angels, By the disgrace,…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
