Empathetic Hemorrhage

by Nix   Oct 26, 2008


Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with blood;
behind denials of monochrome imperia
lays the fact that we can absolutely alter surface of the wind,
by rotating switchers inside of us.

Darkness frees from the loneliness,
rising parallel with the underground of infinite.

Two of them are everything to me,
Sun and the Earth,
they recast on the boundary of eldritch,
never into one,
but both embed the wildest dreams into my faith.

Imagination pulsates, immerged into the song of the Umbra
which glided down from her lips.
Carbon dioxide, which she produces,
is my other home,
and her eyes always stare directly into mine, mercilessly.
She is my eternal lover,
and each of our kisses is my next poem.

She is rotating all switchers inside of me.

From her lips blood gushes
when she dives through my arteries,
and specific empathy defines
sky and the earth,
when she opens me and, from my confessions
and sketches of different welkins,
creates text for the song of the Umbra.

Then she sympathize
with my genius darkness,
which she frees when we are alone.

Death is the only enigma bigger than the life,
and she is the only enigma bigger than the death.

We are not cliche.
When our tongues merge
I create,
die,
and only then I am truly alive.

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  • 8 years ago

    by mier

    Once again, you've created another resplendent write.

    "Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with blood;
    behind denials of monochrome imperia"

    This starts out as a little overwhelming, but I cannot help but be drawn to it. The use of your vocab is immensely profound too. I could only guess what was on your mind while you were writing this. Wonderful capture of imagination.

    "She is my eternal lover,
    and each of our kisses is my next poem."

    I don't quite know what to make out of this. It seems romantic but at the same time it seems that you are bounded to 'her'. These lines are so alluring and well-formed. There seem to be no limits as to what you can write and its really inspiring.

    "Death is the only enigma bigger than the life,
    and she is the only enigma bigger than the death."

    These two lines made me smile. I don't really know how to explain the effect your writings have on me once I've read them. After not reading your poems for a while, I missed the effect and the arcane appeal your writings hold.

  • 8 years ago

    by mier

    Once again, you've created another resplendent write.

    "Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with blood;
    behind denials of monochrome imperia"

    This starts out as a little overwhelming, but I cannot help but be drawn to it. The use of your vocab is immensely profound too. I could only guess what was on your mind while you were writing this. Wonderful capture of imagination.

    "She is my eternal lover,
    and each of our kisses is my next poem."

    I don't quite know what to make out of this. It seems romantic but at the same time it seems that you are bounded to 'her'. These lines are so alluring and well-formed. There seem to be no limits as to what you can write and its really inspiring.

    "Death is the only enigma bigger than the life,
    and she is the only enigma bigger than the death."

    These two lines made me smile. I don't really know how to explain the effect your writings have on me once I've read them. After not reading your poems for a while, I missed the effect and the arcane appeal your writings hold.

  • 9 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Another very unique write, your mind is very imaginative and you portray it with an excellent style =] Great work yet again 5/5