Aisa
Immortality, a lexeme of deviancy, And I voyage inside silent ova Trimurti, mapping spurious homogeneity, Solus parade Ides of March, A photic gate Ides of March, A cynic predictor I born to be precise, Lingua franca shelters me One thousand oceans, I saw vesperal verse fell Oh, iambic duet, Genitive end of those naos Atonalistic creatures Vessels floated Muted strangers! Terminus must smell like a waterfall Muted strangers! Terminus must smell like the inception
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
I exhaled Shimmer got ingested I exhaled Completeness lichenized I was caught into my Sleeping Beauty Before luminous flood pulverized us Where shall her lament hide? She held me so I’m alive Egret evanesced Orris evanesced Styx evanesced Eternity evanesced
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Under benediction she Ploughed in slumberland As egret Lolium uncoiled, She pecked through with gnoses, From squall and serenity Stroke rimpled from her lapse, She anchored herself Though imprevious, Scorch she, gently And now she’s frosted, Moldering in this aestivate Vitiate she, pilgrim, only of which could ingest mirth She created the supplest hands By which she evanish Egret, who is elating she?
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
She burnt me off, dispersing my sepals as concomitancy Those disassambled parabolae, On which happened attenuation, Enraptured me, when those gentle torrents inundated Only if she gaze on me, My immutability Only if she scent out me, My immutability
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
They can’t sleep Those nihilistic mutineers Their fleshes, Their charred odours are my life Taking me to my wanton bliss They are whispering Empirical meliorism is the eternal gratification of me Like a paw, A paw of voracity, Pulling me into the vortex of palingenesis See, the setting sun of Lethe is laniating me
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Hymn ceased, Ubiquitous mosses covered my eyes To narrate some absurds, Insipidity detonated my teeth Gnoses constitute me At the end of a peroration To nullify cypresses, The remnant of artlessness Renascenced
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Anemone had stopped bleeding, Quashing their consensus of demise To elapse inside the river, Where I used to hear the obit of myself And those pale musty chants The argentic factual is the same As my wetherism My elixir My opiate I alone am the rift of this farce, Peeling off, peeling off their monk robes, My mutism impaled the silent nothingness To drink off the shadow of a violane To caress the vein of uproariousness Let the anemone stop bleeding Let the anemone stop bleeding
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Are you asleep? Helianthus, golden bleak seeds Are you asleep? Pantheon fledged you Are you asleep? Cephalalgia aerified you Stardusts, intergalactic verdures Acornichal rain, granular scintillas An aery, ruderals, totters Upon their vessels are muds, your death, sisters of mirth, and a miscast sculpture Under effulgence you ruminate Your farcicality Every insects! Do not be afraid of representationalism Do not be afraid of taciturnity Do not be afraid of those pagodas You belong to ubiquity, lines of flame Palmer of THE GATE Myriads parallel They are described as expiration Myriads parallel Their roam alternates
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026