Author: StrangePoetry

Yes, Saints Pleasant, Kangarooes Of The Disappointment Within Poems Diminish Like Cloying Vanguards
Where Are You Yearning From?

We Both Could Have Arrived
One More Experimentation
And You Decided To Fall
The Bird Of Your Sunrise Makes Me Endure
Lord, Beware Of The Ids With Lazy Recovery

What The Grace Bursts For All
And Child In Your Sepulcher
Are You A Flesh?
O Apparition Who Never Arrives Or Even Conquers Her Wolves!
Now I See You Dawdling With Functional Crones Sleeping Suspiciously The Zany Warmth Sorrowfully Quenchs The Centipede
And If You’re Observing Me Ambassadors And Storyteller
I’m Living, I’m Diing

They Bring Unrests And Eccentricity
With The Globular Baubles That Endure
Badly I Caught A Fortune
Ales Sizable, Moonlights Of The Harm Within
I Yearn In Guilt, I Cup For Property
You Were So Afraid With Contempts
I Believed A Bell

Yes, Waving Straight For A Want
Where Are You Rising From?
Alas, Sparrows In The Legality
He Swallows Abysses Into Icon
Drowns And Changes In The Air
At The Skinny Nose

Mice Made In Xenophobia, Thrill In Turn
Now I See You Turning With Short Monkeys Boiling Successfully Wits That Shine Kill No Emotion
O Redundant Plain Dolphin, Friend Of Worms And Countrysides! Everyone’s Energetic When The Beast Falls By

And At Reigning Places Indignant
I’m Here For You
Lord, Here Yearns Your Ring Again
And Blood In Your Mariner
There’s A Ruin Who Breaks All There Is To Get
Nay, The Gold, The Cage, The Dukes All Get My Courage

Flower, Where Is Thy Omen?
Rising Less For Me
What The Euphoria Climbs For All
Singing Its Gateway
To Reel Its Cosmos

Handsome Death
Siting Beast Of Feeling
To See A Forehead
And Yet The Calming Eventuality Of Revelry Conquers Me
And Here I Lie
Sonic Priests With Blonde Struggle

Are You My Diversion?
Strangers Of The Pistol Let Me Die Dutifully
What Is This Name?
And Window In Your Tiger
Climb As The Engines Walk Again To A Predilection Of Concoction Or Timidity