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
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Short Storylittle pieces of mine to get me into writing again bone apple tea :)