I bruise my pen into the fanciful universe
of my empty cup of coffee .
In quest of dreamlike realms that make you want
to drown in the clouds ,
or hang yourself in the waves .
Soul burned in fiery embers ,
entangled in the eternal gold of ambers .
I skin the blank page full of reveries ,
will ,bearing the seal of the dark hours
before the pale dawn of death .
Lunar dementia traced in a suicidal ballad,
Tactile fragrance of black light ...
there is always dread in that primal cry .
I wander through the walls of the dwelling
of lost spirits ,carrying my birth shroud...
esoteric spectrum frozen in the harvest
of nonsense ...
from the maternal waters
rise the Neptunian penance .
I left myself slip into this mental punishment
open to all those senseless phonemes.
Indecent syllabes in the salty mouths of the sirens,
who hurriedly get dressed,,confused by incest ,
carrying in deep waters the curse of inspiration ...
chaotic carom of alphabets begging
for one last story ...
all these jumbled messages written in psychotic letters.
surrealist echoes that collapse like a dwarf star
in the poetic galaxy ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2026 11:04
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Comments3
Such a rich galaxy, much enjoyed
The psychotic galaxy of unffeterd creativity ...
The poem is surreal and dream like which is not much different than a good psychosis. Nicely penned but I wouldn't stir my coffee with my pen, don't like the taste of ink.
You're right .I added the word ''' Empty '' !
A cosmic poem, steeped in gothic melancholy and dreamlike imagery.
The poet journeys through the galaxy of his inner madness...
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