"They burn on mine vistas1
Hearts that yearn for blissful mercy2
And they could never desecrate her3
My sweetest gift under blood moon4
But still they paved a path that oft' tread her.5
But little befit did they know the dank bottomless deep-6
That rotten through me."7
She was divine,8
Simply subliminal9
With her entrancing eyes10
A dark world would kneel11
And on the back of heels12
She writhes still13
As they broke new dementia through her.14
And as wide they spread,15
Counted days appeared over head16
And through the callousness I've risen.17
They come from the seas of jealousy18
To embark in some treason,19
Where my beautiful Alese play victim of the shun20
Beauty held in the secrets of depth21
Where her looming death wrought severity.22
A vigil taint, while their poisons still leak abound her thighs.23
"Even in midnight she cries,24
'M'lord, I know you have beset me,25
My wrongs not righted by some irony,26
Set forth flames to return' So I yearn,27
With this pining vulva scythe,28
To chase the wrong into chasten damnation afterlife."29
And what was worse,30
In cursed verse31
They hog tied and made prisoner of me,32
To visualize, her frigid demise33
In which the crown prince of hell would not of thunk,34
After which I slit the wrists35
And enveloped death to grasp her grip.36
"Alese, the moon rids but a final sage,37
And as they fall, I inch close to turn the page.38
Where your radiance guides my heart to some paradise."39
My final words splurge,40
As I took to apocalypse singing in perversion41
My tongue a serpent's fork42
While vengeful eyes pry to the arrogant shrews,43
No matter cost, nor tyranny.44
I shall rape back in twenty fold the life they took from me.45
Passions elated,46
Upon the saddle coagulated47
And I weep only frozen tears upon her coffin,48
While the fodder, grew fonder of some seraph bride49
Now hidden through snow capped revisions,50
They could never stop me,51
They will never desecrate her soul!52
She was divine,53
Simply subliminal54
With her entrancing eyes55
A dark world would kneel,56
And on the back of heels57
She writhes still58
As they broke new dementia through her.59
And as wide they spread,60
Counted days appeared over head61
And through the callousness I've risen.62
Like dogma spattered across revelation eves63
A flayed sleeve to grieve,64
As raven departure sent forth new vision.65
Author notes
this isn't a story, that's the obvious. but it was a poem in story format. if you'd take the time and read it properly.
What did you think? Please comment!
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Wow, thank you every one that commented!
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Incredibly Excellent
WOW!
I l o v e d this!
It left me speechless and gave me tingles just because of how good it is.
The way it's written and the story.
Wow.
And (like someone else said) you have a large vocabulary.
This reminds me of something Edgar Allen Poe would write.
...It's just...wow.
I'm gonna bookmark it, k?
Well talk to you later
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This was very good .I have not read this kind of poetry before but i loved it...I especially like .. "dementia"
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beautiful, not my particular style of poetry to read, but i always love to read well written art ...it is very beautiful
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2 thumbs up.;...
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EE! you post so often, i need to check every few hours or so... when im over your house. lol. but yea i definitely really liked this alot. and yes it was a poem, but it played out a very descript story. wondeful piece
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as always, thank you so much for the comments and love
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Awesome
I agree with Jaded, quite different than what you normally write but definitely not in a bad way.
Keep it up Ross, can't wait to read more.
-Unvivid Dreams
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this was great and i loved all the descriptions
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this is deffinately something different from you but not in a bad way. cant wait til you write an actual story. great write ross
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