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  • ernestdelapena 1w

    Veritas

    And I felt every moment of life with the touch of her porcelain flesh, a myriad of thoughts and dreams exacted into one dream unslept. Her devilish body, created by angels serpentined seductively with sin. Hues of violet shade reflected from thunderous clouds with their commands carried on winds. Her soft velvet tongue rested musically between her fuchsia lips, sacred rhythms held time on swaying hips. Sharpened nails tracing veins down her neck, liquid crimson trailing flat notes between life and death. Ecstasy driven fingers coming to grips of lust, insanity pulsing in a orchestrated erotic touch. Desire painted in sexual ravage, streaking the colors across our STAR canvas. Tearing through the promised granted in nocturnal life, we bound ourselves stitching together the pleasures of NIGHT. Teeth baring rose petals in ashen black, twilight fever patterns with passion exact. A taste of sweat against her Davinci smile, her Erotes wings stretched across the nile. The waters silken in her raven kiss, ignited cataclysm I could no longer resist. Seductive angles silhouette her soul, serenades of Winter ringing a toll.


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  • ernestdelapena 1w

    Lost love

    ..she opened her eyes to winter morning as a supernova upon creation. A midnight sunrise watching an emerald sea reflected a lost Atlantis image of the lore hidden beauty. Her soul gathered raindrops of quantum shapes too majestic for life to adore. Beneath a porcelain sky dressed with flames burning white welcomed a Persephone broken heart. This voice was a rhyme with cadence only angels in heaven could hear. Inside is heartbeat beyond where daylight shines against a constellation painted eternity. Within her veins was a untethered gravity and whispers of future and past. Her thoughts held secrets in a sacred voice of wishes, stars and time and all that she asked. A halo of blessings and innocence to cradle the soul inside. From the thoughts of morning to the whispers at eve between the curtains drawn on life, she held sway in a dance. A universe apart from a heartbeat in a neon black light. With perception she witnessed every angel that walked in a oblivion beside her life. Each honest word broken by those in every moment but never would they be truthful .The world turned in silent orbit when dreams would close her eyes.

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  • ernestdelapena 1w

    Lost love

    ..she opened her eyes to winter morning as a supernova upon creation. A midnight sunrise watching an emerald sea reflected a lost Atlantis image of the lore hidden beauty. Her soul gathered raindrops of quantum shapes too majestic for life to adore. Beneath a porcelain sky dressed with flames burning white welcomed a Persephone broken heart. This voice was a rhyme with cadence only angels in heaven could hear. Inside is heartbeat beyond where daylight shines against a constellation painted eternity. Within her veins was a untethered gravity and whispers of future and past. Her thoughts held secrets in a sacred voice of wishes, stars and time and all that she asked. A halo of blessings and innocence to cradle the soul inside. From the thoughts of morning to the whispers at eve between the curtains drawn on life, she held sway in a dance. A universe apart from a heartbeat in a neon black light. With perception she witnessed every angel that walked in a oblivion beside her life. Each honest word broken by those in every moment but never would they be truthful .The world turned in silent orbit when dreams would close her eyes.

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  • ernestdelapena 2w

    New years: past present future

    Still. All life, all sound, all reflections of light. Still. The only vision, a clock. Hands motionless and yet, seem to be traveling faster than any time clock in the universe; in both directions. Eyes following every second through future and past. As it travels forward, scenes playing out with friends and family. Conversations between hearts and minds, forgiving; forgetting. Thinking of windows without familiarity and books missing sacred vocabulary. Tomorrow's that seem to come in pairs with sun and moonlight shining only on a broken heart. Backwards, time traveling contrary to life. Contrary and full of love. Replaying those mornings of fragrances fogging into memories. The sweet aromas of happiness and welcomed hugs. The footsteps that preceded those kisses that made you feel like you were heavens only angel. The gentle hands that caressed your hair while the air was still crisp with early morning chill. Time has a way of moving in both directions when it stops. Earth seems to become a stretch of smiles. The dreams of love. Fields of rolling hills, tulips and daisies coloring the furthest reaches of light. Meadows of heaven. Spring time playgrounds where echoes hold the treasures of promises of a parents love. Never breaking, always keeping the past Hope's and the future wishes in their heart. A cycle, repeating with a chance to walk in the rain. Another wish that forgot to make. A gentle whisper reminding you to hold the one you love. It begins and ends at midnight. Time standing still. A new years past present and future in one eternal moment.

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  • ernestdelapena 2w

    Eroticalypse

    ...stars above her nocturnal prey howl at the earth with lust unchained. Sky littered with fangs of a predatory mass, appetites hungered for a flesh pressed ballet. Entwined arms reaching towards a dialated moonlight, fingernails tearing through obsidian silk and lace; tongues remembering a banquet of sacred fantasies as I dine below her waste. Quaking trembles with desire, a seismic pulse with the rhythm of sin, a burning rage crawls from inside her as her eyes roll back again. Tempered in seductive fire, her immaculate beauty sears the earth, angels screaming against the wind as heaven and hell bow for her return. Her name was a aphrodisiac entrancing all souls before a crimson feral dusk, as if she had stepped away from a sacred Eden towards my delicate fury touch. A dreamlike fetish , her beauty is a beast so feral as she cums , grasp her soul and from within she leaves her secrets on my tongue.

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  • ernestdelapena 3w

    Together

    A faded light cast a shadow on the sky above my heart
    The entwined fingers of December,
    clasped together, faithful wishes in the dark
    A fairy tale romance holds a wish upon the clouds
    Thundering heartbeats, unified, releases tears onto the ground
    A choir raises wings and voice, shining a silhouette across the moon
    Bar chords litter the dusk, carrying the rhythm and its tune
    Her voice like rapture yet angel soft; seraphim, demons and the cosmos sing
    I drank her love and witnessed her spell intoxicating everything
    Masquerades and crimson palaces still swaying with psamls of heavens etch
    Lusted skin and corruptible sins, a
    fragrance of desire's scent
    Brighter than Polaris, when
    supernova birthed a flame devine
    Just as her eyes, like granted wish, would absolve all dreams of time
    My war with hell and devils test,
    paid to my darkness cruel
    Her touch, it stilled the inferno inside, lost to her flame so beautiful
    Together we escaped the hands of birth, death and time
    We held each other for numerous eternities, a frozen pulse of life
    We touched with tongue, artic memories, a catalogue of scripted love
    A jewel of night, my angel eyes, our ascension towards above
    Her smile calls the stars around us
    to bless the clouds across the sky
    All storms before, now nothing more, compared to the tempest born
    this night ...

    In love with you....
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  • ernestdelapena 4w

    The last heart

    ... she became my heaven. Every waking moment, every precious night, she became my blessing. All my past lives reached for her. Those silent steps at midnight, with the shadows of eternity close behind me, the footfalls of me walking into her dreams were what I wished for. She became the crimson sun of a universe unknown, a world of forever autumn trees. All the colors of our passion, slowing drifting down and falling around her as we lay hand in hand together. I could still hear the echoes of wings as all of heavens Angel's circled around us and our biblical love. Time froze in those moments. Where her kiss raptures space time, nothing could continue without her love. Rain drops seemed to hold themselves in our presence , refusing the laws of the universe. The wind; howling majestically like a thousand wolves as we danced in the air. She is my cosmos and every word ever written. I am her heart, every pulse synchronized to her soul. I would love her. I always loved her. I will create a new love for her. She is my heaven and hell, my life and my death the kiss of a angel that lays me to rest...
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  • ernestdelapena 7w

    Ending Scene

    A dark hypnotic music was carried on the breeze, sweeping memories and misery on this apocalyptic eve.
    Across vast wastelands burned a cacophony of wonders, a inferno brigade to serenade the souls from which they plundered. Moonlit skeletal fields, where the fallen haunted still, a ghostly wind conjures a din that breaks the seventh seal. The howling winds eviscerate the skyline of ebon crimson lights. Every storm before was nothing but a fainted whisper next to this night. Rivers ran dry under a predatory sky where there was no affections to be seen. Stillborn hearts and pulseless love were aborted afterbirth of dreams. Acid rains down from a burning thunder clouds, the drizzle of a poisoned heaven scalped these unhollowed grounds. Winged shadows scythed across the sky under a bloodied moon, their black tattered kisses promised wishes to graves in sacred altitudes. The fields I walked with hellhound witness tuned with siren song, I threw a glance across the path the earth was set upon.
    Streets littered with parchment, love letters and wishes bidding their loves farewell, tainted hearts spread apart searching like a army of Dantes' mapping Hell. Leafless trees in haunted forest welcomed the demons that thrived, there sinful skin and witchcraft kin would drink their blood as wine. Soundless keys strike a chord to a audience of the dead. A scaled song of nightmare throngs, the beast under heaven's bed. Through barren flames I walk, the lone poet and heir, a memoir of the past. My curses fulfilled; I promised the stars after all were never fated to last. Zodiacs buried in graves too deep for them to ever ascend, tethered to my Eden, I forbid all reason for them to ever grace the night again. Constellations lost across a empty canvas to where my story is scripted upon. A new world will rise and pierce the skies with towers high as Babylon.
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  • ernestdelapena 8w

    Aden ; Evelina

    ...I watched these eyes glow, reminiscent of autumn gold. The scene faded soundless without the story. The conscious ether winged a fury around the lonely autumn cold. My voice lacerated winter memories to scar the falling snow. the final cry, hurled to the sky of a father drowning within a liquid soul.

    As time had passed my heart refused the pattern of sacred beats. The final pulse left a flatline wish of cardiac misery. A ghost to itself, as i am to me, a primary love cradled inside tragedy. My remnant wish embraced by the arms of infinity. A truthful lie unrecognized, on the lips of my fated Eve.

    Bound by her promise, a supernova heaven shines. Repentance and my life forgiven with my blood scripted into line. Dawn slept forevermore, a cancer I thought benign. Dreams wept with nightmares, her compassion was a lie. Come to inferno as hungering vengeance feast on hands of time.

    My heart forced to beating dry emptied of all blood inside. My mind held a sunrise over creation devoid of any light. Corrosion of love from a witches mirror, her eternal last goodbye. My children lost their love and their father to the starless January night. Sailing out in a catacomb vessel on the tears dropped from my eyes.


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  • ernestdelapena 9w

    Echoes

    ..
    .. I witnessed her fall, thrown from a fire dressed sky. Flames lustered the beauty of her statuesque skin, as stars embellished the night. Porcelain flesh silked like serpents around her ivory halo heart, this angel of heaven fallen to sin now brightens the whispering dark. Biblical scriptures denouncing her name were written within her soul,and from these words I read her fate in a language still unknown. Cherubic fates held together choiring verses, the rhythm drifting towards the sky. She is lost from redemption, never turning to listen to sorrow in my goodbye. Winds howling under her wings, torment whirling with desire, the epicenter of purgatory remained on her Lips. Her revelations foretold a muted serenity, the pulse of eternity stampedes from her kiss. And I, her love, my Life, I still remember her promise that day. In echoes, in dreams her vow to me would never hold her to stay..



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