"fuliginous" poems
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break not only the fourth wall
but also the ceiling and the floor
implore implore implore implore
for the chance to have it all
or just for the voices
to let you have a voice
no
instead you have discord
city worlds go time digital backup
word press history calendar fuliginous
warfare paroxysm burst constitution
first amendment second amendment
state duma seven clip monitor hotel
bravo checkpoint charlie tension
dark power in this hour
lame duck
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
She clung to his waist as if the last fisherman pitched around a lake.
She was not gonna let go until evening
fell,
until they’d made their hotel;
eyes on the autobahn ahead.
They'd once trickled into terraced tributaries hankering after hidden
held waists on corners, continuously,
as they learnt of not letting go,
kept the sense of cologne pecked necks,
fuliginous chimney pots
and the fume of hollowed out leaves on rain soaked trees
stacked next to each other on the latent apothecary's patent leather shelf,
safe in the old factory of a shell.
Their single cylinder sang along the road,
and she did not hear him singing.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
I wanna lose my self in the subdued wood,
where my emotion Oblivions to back to me
I wanna my delightful days of childhood
when my imagination ,with wings of dream flies free.
I wannabe the first ray of sun on the mountain ,icecrowned
to illuminate fuliginous frozen soul
I want to plunge into blue of ocean and to found
the inestimable pearl of smile as a whole
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
In the year of death
when the fuliginous sky
tosses its white ashes
down upon earth-
The winter months last forever.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
Thou est speak
Separately and in speech
Your life shys from the light
Where is your violent life
In purple bruises or redness of your cheeks
Just like a child afraid of the dark
Turns into the bard of barren times
Laconic about his problems
And inclement about his cumulus
The turbulent seas finally shine on this sunset line
Burgeoning bright oars from the stygian life
The tridents push you into the frescoes of reconnaissance
As you lose control of your helm
Your poem comes to a pensive finish
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Cantankerous about fuliginous lines and the velleity towards writing disappears
Some lines for your frostbitten ears
That feel like the heat of icy burn of some desolate polar boreal search
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC