My Cheap Poetry

[Zarbara]

I'm a non-published writer, yet , and my "official" work are most novels and short stories, but I'd like to share with people some of my poetry. So, here's some poems that I wrote.
Although these works are made just for fun and rejoice, it's fine for anyone to comment and share their visions about it.
I'll try to periodically update the thread.

Smoked Loves's Dungeon

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The gales which my memory brings me,
Are from dungeons where I take the ember of my smoked loves.
They blazed by my inhailing.

If you tread, it is stone.
Take a glance, and there be cages of heavy irons,
massive gates of the architectonic horror.
Bawls, some damsels, through the corridor of my throat.
Each blow, a door. Each door, a putrid lump.
Do want thunder? There is no rain here, my darling.
Only the frost and the emptiness between the brickwork.
Metal without glint and light eater.
Even I don't know what this is, but you may make yourself at home.

Work out your minds on the windows.
The moon shall not come anymore, and the stars won't reach us.
Rot your gazes with the mist whilst my hair kindles.
Sing. It won't have another time.
Dance the samba of the chains.
Paint the cavernous dust of your cells,
And enjoy the rarity of be dying.