Fervent Enigma

@fervent_enigma

Find me in reveries of dust and shadow. Midnight ruminations and nocturnal requiems. ~All poems are my own unless stated. All rights reserved.~

Vrijeme pridruživanja: prosinac 2014.

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  1. 4. sij

    A notion of a sweeping veil of darkness, clouding all but the most pristine and beatific light within you. To hold you in crimson cadence, to touch you in the fading permanence.

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  2. 28. pro 2019.

    Sweetly remembered echoes fade with chronological inundation. Nostalgia is falling from the highest precipice and being shattered upon impact as a forlorn lover, as a wayward soul.

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  3. 26. pro 2019.

    The sweetest ideas on earth are tinged with a blood poison. The truth is an illusory hologram replacing all with a blur of fiction, a miasma all enveloping.

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  4. 23. pro 2019.

    Throughout the passage of time, over luminal shades and chronological embryos. I feel your glow weighing down, like a spectral apparition mourning in droplets.

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  5. 20. lis 2019.

    An abandoned chapel at the end of the forest where lost murmurs flutter through the ether. The past is an ever exuding laceration, bleeding into present abstraction. Shifting sands, entropy, and intonation.

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    19. lis 2019.

    i am becoming a mythological creature my antlers already reach the moon & soon they will touch Andromeda's hem i am all snow & gems an animal from a sciencefiction story i read when i was 10 looming up in the night against the icy blaze of infinite being i am ready to be the poem

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  7. 13. lis 2019.

    Honeycombs of nestled passion engulfing chronological cadence. The decrypt and bereft shall one day know an undying solace wrought with fevered ecstasy.

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  8. 12. lis 2019.

    The slow, mournful intonation of trains weeping at midnight across the horizon. Autumn’s ghosts pining as lost lovers, betwixt the thin veil of this waking dream.

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  9. 11. lis 2019.

    Exiled to a frayed existence where dreams once tread. Obscure lacerations hide the traces of old naïveté and empty shells. City of night, unfurl morbidity unto these veins.

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  10. 25. kol 2019.

    Lost in some dreaming haze. Daffodil serenades and chrysanthemum wishes awash in a swirling sea of luminescence. Your heart tightly wrapped in lunar garlands.

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  11. 15. kol 2019.

    A feverish light beckons that flashes in crimson hues. Mournful chants are heard from beyond the valley, lost insignias and strange portents clamoring like lost lovers.

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  12. 23. srp 2019.

    Voluminous effervescence, entrenched deep within labyrinthine sycamores. Unearthing your unseen nocturne to the amber hue of the moon.

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  13. 18. srp 2019.

    Visions of luminous apparitions under crimson vistas. Roses adorn stigmata wounds, every thorn a kiss, every petal a silent prayer to the pale moon.

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  14. 13. srp 2019.

    Evaporate into the nighttime mist, veiled with secrets and garlands upon your countenance. Mystery is etched unto your heart of hearts, a flame divine.

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  15. 6. srp 2019.

    Bleeding chrysanthemums unfolding to the relentless passage of time. Sunlit meadows kissed by rays of light will inevitably wither into a pale shade of what once was.

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  16. 3. srp 2019.

    Idle mannequins haunt the edge of a distant moon, flittering in a gaunt procession to nowhere. This cyclical masquerade eclipsing ratiocination.

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  17. 3. srp 2019.

    Shimmering phantasms loom above the moonlit terrace. A feverish ecstasy enshrouds the villagers into a pining staccato.

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  18. 18. svi 2019.

    Emerald dreams lost to a violent summer wind. Forgotten youth and misspent time wrought of idle ends, and never endings.

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  19. 17. svi 2019.

    Electric ghosts whisper in a darkened chapel along the mountainside. Ecclesiastical visions loom above the crimson tabernacle.

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  20. 13. svi 2019.

    Bewitched under a blood moon while surreptitiously unearthing your unseen passions. Your faint quiver in the dark, a nightingale lament.

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