Mayfly of the MindThoughts of love as fiction are oft lamented But were that fact, we poets would invent it Some belie our craft as subconcious trickery That romance burns in every breast reveals our great victory Though while aeons pass, each passion and romance Tends to cool and wither, both bereft in trudging trance There can be not doubt of love's ensconcing presence Despite human fickleness presaging obselescence It may be that love is mayfly of the mind But those who see it flutter do flutter back in kind And it seems years a million in the moment of the kiss And yet a vigintillion more foMayfly of the Mind
Sapphic Relations and Coercion'Neath cloud-swept skies in dark mausoleums Graves in cold metropolitan colours Where the dead converse of Dis and heathens Eerily on sidewalk opposite shoresSapphic Relations and Coercion
Neurotic of course as mine tend to be Her stiches itching and mind Renfield-kissed Blades to gossamer wrist menacingly She held her Fate at bay with chains of mist Maleficent and gnashing 'fore 'twas tamed Our souls coalesced before the hurricane
Beside my Necromantress high and dire I bespoke in rapture of my desire - A kitten, a nice little, sleek playful kitten That I may pet, and teach, an
CorpseforestLife as the smoke of a funeral pyre Amorphous wisps of grey amidst the dawns Matutinal embers, yesterday's fire Patriarch ensanguined in the tears of pawnsCorpseforest
Anger as rivers of dark blood and pus Necrotic fruits of slaughter as water Ebon bile corroded my steel to rust Incarnadine dust felled all, but not Her
She was Luna to my time of mourning A mighty darkness to soothe searing light A wintry eve to this deadening spring My dark lady to share forever night
In sun untouched dales among corpses impaled In olde Wallachian iniquity We'll reign
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Mrow . . .
I'll lend you my skin any day *over exaggerated wink*
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Mrow . . .
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That is not dead which can eternal lie
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You're the only poet I know on here who actually writes well.
Be proud!
You're above all this dA teenage (not necessarily meaning written by teens.. unfortuently) angsty/love poetry. Huzzah!
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Mrow . . .
I hope your dA journey entertains you well.
I look forward to reading your poetry. You're my favourite poet
Have fun looking at fetish pictures, and reading shitty poetry- hahaha.
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Mrow . . .
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That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die
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