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gothicpoem · 11 months
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„Malédiction”
Swords in spiral,
known as a life agony—
-Unchain my nature!
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gothicpoem · 1 year
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Döden
Overture of youth,
through the nightly parolee—
Cicadas fade.
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gothicpoem · 1 year
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Censor
Those eclectic eyes,
fading in glimpses of time--
Mesmerized breath.
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gothicpoem · 1 year
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Nat[ur]alised
Centipede crawling,
path covered within blood--
Stiff brutality.
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gothicpoem · 1 year
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En[gen]der
Stigma all around,
visible through dewy marks—
Greenest shades of land.
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gothicpoem · 1 year
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Di[ago]
Howling thoughts,
deeply in rotten chest--
--Because I lost you.
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gothicpoem · 2 years
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Sower
Deluded whisper,
Erased by stagnant life—
Fluttering warmth.
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gothicpoem · 2 years
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Re[grow]th
Vines coldly paused,
Climbing back in time--
Loosing rosy days.
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gothicpoem · 2 years
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Delirium
Cloudless rays of minds,
In the grey, shadowed sentence--
Enchanted words.
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gothicpoem · 2 years
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Tour[name]nt
Coldness in breath,
Of tangling savage winds—

—Leaves rustled softly.
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gothicpoem · 2 years
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Ac[count]ing
La sangre etched deep,
In rooted thoughts, immersed —
—Waterfall hears.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Na[tura]lism
Leaves missing trees,
Abandoned by the cycle—
That’s winter crying.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Div[is]ion
Melody of dream—
Tender fragrance of raining,
Sabotages youth.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Journal
Those small words of yours—
We are ready to get burned,
In your paper thoughts.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Snash
If could I not be,
There shouldn’t stay a part of me—
Now and, if ever.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Be[for]e You Under|stand
Warmth in sorrowful tears,
Reaching;
Bottom of fearful empire,
Desired;
Lasting at peace with the art,
Cold spiteful fate crossing liars.
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gothicpoem · 3 years
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Vision
Forsaken rustle,
beyond the silent trees—
Sun is still blurred.
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