The Atavism
You were eating yourself
alive.
The guts spilt,
would meet the dust,
in abode of earthworms.
They creep and burrow
and bury the organic themes.
Unpolluted, untouched.
The bowels undulate,
to the thumping rhythm,
of greedy feet. White eagles?
How far this digging
of gold mines will go?
Someone had swallowed the glitter.
Black birds are joining
the procession of
empty hearses.
New Poems
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Song of the Radiant Phoenix
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers of a Wooden Wonder
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Serenades of the Silent Night
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Shadows of a Forbidden Moon
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice
Latest Activity
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Song of the Radiant Phoenix"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers of a Wooden Wonder"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Serenades of the Silent Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of a Forbidden Moon"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Echoes in the Stars"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of Tomorrow"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dancing in the Moonlit Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dawn of New Dreams"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers from Yesteryears"