miscellaneous

will i ever stop writing about this foreign concept?

it is a queer feeling 

the moment you realise you've stopped breathing

even though your heart is beating

uncontrollably-

and that lump in your throat

it just grows and grows

until you choke

oh, what a feeling divine!

our world keeps moving

yet time has stopped.

i am waiting,

waiting,

waiting...

for you

We dine again with Aphrodite

while Aphrodite dines beside Euphrosyne

alas, I am cursed with this beautifully damned blessing

I am drunk in its bitter-sweet wine

will this foreign feeling reside in me tomorrow?

what a strange and confusing thing I hold in my hands

But, I can't help it, I am transfixed by you

will you join in another heavenly dance?

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wazzgewd my doods!

power poem- a poem written straight from the mind in a small amount of time, with little editing or revising done. Rough, raw. A purge of the mind.

I've had this power poem idea shelved for a while now. I felt that now is the right time to dust it off.

I'm studying the romantic era in English at the moment (can you tell it's rubbing off on me a bit lol).

hope you liked it 

<3