winter;lyra : Writing

plastic ecstasy

plastic ecstasy

A Poem by winter;lyra


postpone the communionmy love for death is purely platonicalthe existential doubt purely rhetoricalthe attraction is empiricaldevoid of any sexual dys..
It is Home

It is Home

A Poem by winter;lyra


now this love storydoesn't end on a whimlike the wind through her grey hairand the scars throw his backhandthis one is fast blend of a common pastof a..
the tragic outcome of a secluded existence

the tragic outcome of a secluded existence

A Poem by winter;lyra


diogenes' masterpiecelive my life like a greek tragedysee where i pin my sins when i weeppaired up a kin of a queer kindthen my god told me i'm one wi..
[ i'm the alpha male ]

[ i'm the alpha male ]

A Poem by winter;lyra


i'm the alpha malepale fresh mane with thebig dick energyi dip in the pool with my clothes onand come off with the head of poseidonking david hit the ..
there are traitors in the streets of berlin

there are traitors in the streets of berlin

A Poem by winter;lyra


from a king whose crime none is willingto put a dime intightly sat on your trust you should befor no loose sin slips through the gripof a devil whose ..
atlantic sinner, do you see too?

atlantic sinner, do you see too?

A Poem by winter;lyra


to creep out all the magotssea vermin and serene morningstill sealost people inside the millof thus landless horizonoh fearless poseidontrust no king ..
siege of constantinople

siege of constantinople

A Poem by winter;lyra


i really hate the way you smilereminds me of when dad used to beat momagainst the wall and make her crawlten feet under pridei really hatei really hat..
magnetic rose

magnetic rose

A Poem by winter;lyra


boy do let it be offthe last guard that costs a dimethe last pawn that pulls the crimeon the night of seven moonsdoom flesh with no insuranceon cursed..
a feast that is mostly holy

a feast that is mostly holy

A Poem by winter;lyra


terror screechform the inked sheetwith names of prieststhe love that peaksat the epiphany of a poetwhose name is nietzschethe analyst of fear, this on..
Ypres

Ypres

A Poem by winter;lyra


there are trenches across my armother than my veinsthe soldiers rush aimlesslyi heard someone summarily judgedtouched, peculiarly, by it's own immune ..