Julius Whitfield : Writing

Harlot

Harlot

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


your crisis will approach and what lies before you are so many conclusive decisions you keep fighting the war but that s**t has already dissipated ..
Mezzo Forte for The Fairy June Bride

Mezzo Forte for The Fairy June Bride

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Skin deep in a fallen lust writhingsuccubusrubes Making a needless fuss and your proud scowl with your gin soaked scent has painted your bluff and..
The Rape Of What's To Come

The Rape Of What\'s To Come

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


it does seem i gave so much to this worldnow thati have nothing through beaten times of a silent lush has only faded my guide a face of ill opportun..
Venenum, the hero, Demergo, and the leech

Venenum, the hero, Demergo, and the leech

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Waiting for the days of the aggrandize Have we wallowed for the actions of a likely idol Most among the tales when we withered at the sun Now we ar..
Embrace You

Embrace You

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


I've been but a ghost in your arms, besotted in a way, and indolent enough to stay. Playing the nescient with eyes that haven't awaken me, nothing to ..
Apocryphobics

Apocryphobics

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


I'd never thought i'd witness someone so self-virtuous that i would feel so sick. like needles treading down my throat in a march of soldiers i can fe..
Bizarro-Bastarda

Bizarro-Bastarda

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Our interaction became unwelcoming like a looming virus corrupt to the affect. Eluded by ambiguous walls and murky doors colored by blood and rust dis..
The Abound (Archetype)

The Abound (Archetype)

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Fixed in a line of three, the empyrean figures are lined up in an amalgamate Luster and luminosity manifest every so often like conveyance We watch ..
Sinking Another Hand

Sinking Another Hand

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


I'm tired of playing it safe; indecorous oblivion torsion hides the torid from becoming scarce nonsense for opprobious surrounds me even when it wo..
The Consciousness (Apocrypha)

The Consciousness (Apocrypha)

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


(This pilgrimage'sunfeignedconnotationisinitiated in the terrene rather than betwixthumanity or the mortal pneuma, as if it was asheltered structure....