"apparation" poems
I fear my dear my ****** dreams of you,
the longing for salacious contact;
the rousing impure dreams of your
naked body is dementing my soul.
Often in my dreams, I think of
myself as a vampire lusting for
your juicy young flesh.
I know one day our bodies will be
one again in heavenly blood, our
blissful coupling will float forever,
my dear sweet succulent angel.
My whole being shall mingle with
yours; only the most boundless
abandonmen can satisfy my lust
for you; for our love consists in
a mysterious fusion of our most
carnal personnal experiences.
Since your death dear one my desire
for you only increases and flourishes
my need to in twine firmly forever
with you my beloved . . .
To recieve you into my inter-most
being, and be one with you till
eternity is all I long for now.
I know you are an apparation that
has deranged my spirit; but please
dear do not resist my satonic
passionate dreams of you, for I
would die so that we could feed
on each other, on each other alone.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
We were brought to this destruction
These broken houses you see
That's me
Abandoned to wither away
**That was me**
A different war, gone to this day
I must say
Inside you
Inside me
War and destruction kept at bay
Because here inside this abandoned place
Love was made
Fire in a fighter, adjacent
These crumbling walls for art to display
Of creative minds with something to say
War and destruction left to wither
**"I am not afraid
I will be okay"**
This is a sanctum
A private place of broken glass
Of broken walls
Of broken ceilings
All these broken thoughts and feelings
We were brought to this destruction
**It shows innocent strength under all corruption**
A war full of meaning
In a place where peace is seeming
Through it's artful colored walls
The air still stiff and quiet and all
*My love was fed with fire to feed*
Under the sun from the holes in this ceiling
I need you to know we have a meaning
This place is me
A fire in a fighter
I will not stop my war
Unlike all these abandoned houses
You won't be forgotten and useless
From even before we came to this destruction
This apparation
I always knew there would be more
For you and me
For our eyes to see
**My fight had more fire when we walked out that door**
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC