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M Genth

M Genth

Blight over our value.

light over our value.
Solitude as teardrop
Blood as waterprop
Undue

 
 
Recurrent idea, pan-sexuality,
 
That nightlong stole her male
 
That nightlong stole his female
 
That nightlong stole our above all,
 
And we, persisting in a cold slumber,
 
Shattered, little us, too much, individuality.
 
Eluded, sad, blight over our value.

#adulttheme #beyourself #fantastic #inconformism #inevitability #nature #wildnature of time

Otras obras de M Genth...
Struggling world

It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.
My stilness

The morning is alive outside While inside time future waits lan… For personality to take a side, The quiet expiration or a moving n… Which is gaining ground in the for…
Against love songs

Rage against love songs Hope they are murdered by Tongs While I live as a pariah of mysel… Dusty old manuscript lost in a she…
Insanes

I see a train arriving at the stat… A train coming from a far away nat… Someone said that I should be wri… Looking, mirroring trains, how int… Experience needs some evidence,
Adagio in yellow

Two roads in a Yellow wood, I have never decided, as I should Many roads as a man drive by Nothing palpable staying behind. Too many nights with a rat in my s…
Beauty stands untouched

I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…
Silver hair

The void cannot be full of blood Arms and hands, legs and heads. The head is full of electric storm… We wish our foes to be beheaded. Colours fill the extensive world o…
Mind Pictures

Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…
Ancient waters

This is the day where I was calle… My writings unbearable for some in… Well one may say better stridulous… Writing is an extension of humanki… Nobody is owner to pages, critics,…
To have had: blind soul

All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel, hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…
The wrong dress

Yesterday I heard I have a heavy… As time passes it grows heavier. Question, diversity around Xavier… As is the effort of not writing As is the effort of doing it right…
Slavery whithout the beneficts

The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
How come you suck it dry

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another’s ri… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…
All you had

All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…
Microwave Rice

Microwave rice with things in it It’s what I usually eat. Now, while I wait to dissipate th… This rude description has been let… Analogue to I, feeling stranded,



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