poetry

poetry

The new world is as yetbehind the veil of destinyIn my eyes, howeverits dawn has been unveiled

The new world is as yetbehind the veil of destinyIn my eyes, howeverits dawn has been unveiled

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is.

The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the livingNobody is giving in & Nobody is givingNobody hears me but just Nobody caresNobody fears me but Nobody just staresNobody belongs to me & Nobody remainsNo Nobody knows nothingAll that remains are remains

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the livingNobody is giving in & Nobody is givingNobody hears me but just Nobody caresNobody fears me but Nobody just staresNobody belongs to me & Nobody remainsNo Nobody knows nothingAll that remains are remains

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

. . . We love fog becauseit shifts old anomalies into the elementssurrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

. . . We love fog becauseit shifts old anomalies into the elementssurrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Falling in love was easy-when romantic attraction was combined with hungry, unsated desire, they formed a glamorous, glittering bauble as fragile as it was alluring, a bauble that could shatter as soon as it was grasped.Tenderness was a different story. It had staying power and the promise of a future.

Falling in love was easy-when romantic attraction was combined with hungry, unsated desire, they formed a glamorous, glittering bauble as fragile as it was alluring, a bauble that could shatter as soon as it was grasped.Tenderness was a different story. It had staying power and the promise of a future.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A poet could kill the dead.

A poet could kill the dead.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn't survive.

My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn't survive.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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