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https-incubus · 1 year

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"Cervus, Lurid Luminance"

The lofty trees quivered leisurely;

Whilst the sunbeams perforated the placid pound,

It gleamed— the whiff shivered

The sallow daffodils, as the trees occulted swiftly.

The hind whisked midst the foliage, it drifted

And descended bitterly within the mercurial firth—

Its limbs drilled the mist impelling the rigid soil,

As the trees and the doe vanished beneath lurid Luminance...

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Twenty One Epigraphs

The willow tree shivered atop me,

Whilst the sunbeams gleamed the yellow

Rows of daffodils fronting me, as the shadow

Crawled slowly only to

wrap me as an ethereal cloak.

The sun was going downhill,

while the sky became

A canvas of red, orange, and pink.

The shades liquefied and I

myself felt my feet thaw.

There is no such thing called me,

I inhabit a body I recognized as mine

I coexist with her—whom I loathe

the most—

Another I’d cover underground and

blaze zeal atop her mausoleum.

Her existence fractured me; she irks me in my poesy,

And seizes my bossom in a corral of my napper’s

Pandemonium and its unavoidability. Though;

I abhorred quietness for its abnormal feel,

Stillness always seemed to bring

nervousness, and she worships sorrow.

I hide from them indoors this grimy chamber of mine:

Snowy vacant walls and a sharp sapphire sky.

I conceal of the world in the four-sided misfortune I called “home” , only to pen,

A cadaver that pens the perceptions of the essences;

Yet; I write to craft a better form of

the dwelling I am in…

To love…

To hate…

To suffer….

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, psyche

My back fastened resting on the firm soil

Facing the blue sky, as I wait for the foamy mists.

I pondered of a day like this— my

feet pierced the trail,

My body felt feathery with every swing.

I had a spirit captured in a cage of mortality,

And a bossom fighting a napper

under the force of sentimentality.

I had a body— an illusion—

A reflection I once recognized and

A self I no longer call myself!

I owned a spirit imprisoned within a house of wolves

A face— disfigured by obscurity— I wore

An alter to conceal of thy,

To comprehend infatuation.

Though; I despise this disguise:

For I devoured the mists of gloom—

His noxious fumes—

His withered blooms—

My tomb, abloom—

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https-incubus · 2 years

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I officially launched my podcast 💗

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Dieth

Chestnut hair drifts in crimson

water

And grows a wrap around the

bathtub's sides,

The mirrors reveal the hoary wall

That's sluggishly falling whilst

the ceiling leaks

Murky liquids— I murmured:

O death, take me leisurely

today!

In a spring day, the sunlight

wax and wane,

As the shattered glass of the

windows gleams,

Atop black marble, so take me–

End me next to the window I

once loved.

O mother, dismember me eternally

Evoke the bawling, the spine and

the faceless faces.

Blaze the walls of the four-sided

misfortune I known as dwelling,

And the faceless faces I once called

kinfolks.

O dearest, adulate me no more

Bury me in your backyard,

In between these spring's buds.

Entomb me amid my poesy,

And recite me stanzas i once

despised.

O self, harken me wisely.

Blow it away in a garden of sallow

daffodils,

Underneath the trees and chilly

zephyr—

Close the scene, pen the epilogue,

And anesthetize the phantom I've

never fathomed

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, To Sleep Amongst

Headstones

I wanted to lie there

Just like the old days.

When the sky was too hollow,

That I couldn't distinguish horizon

from the grim sea—

In between these bushes, I am

Concealing from the world;

Nonetheless, thee — the phantom

abaft the glass–

Your fingerprints are all over me.

―Linger... Listen... Lift...” you

mumbled

I feel like lying here!

For the last time as the sky

Turns pitch dark, and the horizon

Seems missing, again

I am to sleep amongst white marble,

To run away from thee, the world,

and nostalgia.

Yet, you searched for me no more!

O death, I had been always here;

Shoved in between bushes, and

white marble,

Lingering for thee—

I seem to see the rows of marble

and a starry sky for the first time,

Albeit, I already fell asleep...

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Walls

I once built a wall around me, towering me–

Too high that I couldn't see the horizon.

I watched the days go by in futility,

The clouds levitate; evanescent–

As the daylight pierce through the

tiny whole,

“Hark— here comes the murmurs!” I said

Everything was inane— the walls

were never lofty.

They dwelled from the outset

To the little square I've built to

save me from myself—

I once built a dwelling inside of me, hosting me—

Too dull that I couldn't see my direction.

I've lived my years in bitter hours,

The oak tree bends; descend—

As the white walls collapse over me,

“Hark— here comes the agony.” I murmured

Everything was cracking—

the walls were never that stiff

I destroyed the house I've created,

The little square I've built to save

myself from thee.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memoris, Metamorphosis

O monarch,

In the garden, leaping

from one blossom to

another,

Doused in nectarines

and colourful blooms–

Though, I wrath this

garden!

For the kaleidoscopic landscapes

and spring's chilly breeze.

O love,

Your chrysalis wraps my optics,

Only for thee to eat them within,

Doused in nostalgia and distress—

Though, I love this garden!

For the Bitter almonds scents and

the rusty hearts.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Mortem

The lotuses creeps through the

narrow gashes of the bathroom

door,

I'm peeling the harsh dried soil, and

I am plucking the bushes off the

kitchen floor.

The crimson water is dripping as a

flood,

This vinok is blooming among the

bed sheets.

Sit here, count my heartbeats!

I've watched roses bracing me to the

bed, as

Thorns make uneven threads.

I took my own breath; I planned

my bloody death—

Dead— mortem— Dead—

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, The Ghost I've seen today

In the morning— in the evening,

You left dead poppies on my doorsteps,

You lit fire in my basement (I saw your footsteps),

And you wrote letter on the walls (I noticed your

fingertips).

In the light— in the darkness

I threw your poppies,

I extinguished your fire (I wiped out your footsteps),

As I smashed the mirrors (I cleaned your fingertips).

In reality— in fantasy,

I left ashes on my doorsteps,

I am digging the grave— no footsteps!

I am ripping the letters— no fingertips!

In a tomb— in a bed,

I saw you on my doorsteps

As I am closing the window— I saw your footsteps,

You are writing letters— I found fingertips.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, I lo(ve)athe her

I loathe her!

I detest her crooked grin, her coarse skin,

The way she talks and moves—

I can't stand her skeletal sore figure, and her vacant eyes.

She smelled and tasted like chlorine

That is slowly eating me within.

I loathe her!

I dislike her uncertainty, her melancholy,

The way she loves and hates—

I can't stand her instability and her cruelty.

She smelled and felt like a sea,

A sea that swallows everything and keep it within.

I loathe her!

I can't look into her eyes, I fear

The way she rages and falls—

I can't stand her sensations, and hallucinations

She swallows me like a sea, to capture me within

I loathe her!

I feel her fragility, I see

The ambiguity and vanity–

I know about her misery and irrationality.

I watch her creeps, choking me with her phlegmatic hands,

Just to capture me forever within.

"I love her"

I scream

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, To the silhouettes on my walls

Too many words bloated in muddy papers.

I wrote my stories in pentameters, and I'm counting my

remaining days in verses

I refer to them —the shadows— in lone words,

And words aren’t just words—

I construct atmospheres and conversations only

To blemish them and splatter over them,

In a ―black and white‖ pattern.

Too many layers are reposed on each other,

And layers aren't just layers—

The words hide beneath the thick coats

Of soiled smears, they build shapes on the ceiling.

I lay underneath both of them, as the silhouette invades

The walls and the floor— crawling, craving, cracking...

And silhouettes aren't just silhouettes—

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, The Stormy Sea

It starts moving gently,

As ardent sand, I harp and

It rises and caves in as tides.

It inhumes me in the infinite sea of misery,

I descend in night-time, the gelidity is choking me―

Here comes the soft sand,

she said ―the dreary end—

I lift and drift away as

It starts moving quickly,

As turbulent sea, It swallows me, and

I dive once again in the stormy sea of sorrow.

I float! The sea is spitting me.

“Here it comes the soft sand”,she whispers ―

your dreary end—

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Marigold

She isn't here, neither there!

She lives in between the shrubs, the walls and my dome.

Shallow— I am her shadow...

She is here, and even there!

She doesn't dwell in between the bushes, the mirror and my

skull.

Hollow— here she follows...

She had been always here:

Emotionless and motionless,

Shattering me like a marigold–

Perhaps she –wherever she exists:

Either in the bushes, the mirrors, my dome or my dull house–

Is shattering me like a marigold,

As she stood by herself mocking me

From the very beginning.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, O.D .

The giddiness and paralysis tiptoeing to my head,

Slowly elevating from my tiptoes to my napper.

My eyelids are hugging tightly,

My body is moving gently, and

The only thing I think about is nihility.

I am, again, departing my own body,

Drifting like a feather,

Inflaming my stomach— I dimmed

Myself deceasing in desolation and frailty—

I crashed my bossom, and I passed away

As it took my own breath in pleasure.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Sensations

Painting does not seem fun,

Because I use blood instead of paint

And flesh instead of paper

It is tiring because it hurts like an icy dagger,

Creating red lines and gashes–

Writing doesn't seem fun,

Because I use symbols instead of words

And poems instead of dialogues,

It's not fun because words slip into papers.

Alone with hollowness and treacherousness,

I feel vanity instead of bliss

And nothing but dreariness.

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https-incubus · 2 years

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Fields of Memories, Memorabilia.

You are here, all over again, haunting me

Just like a phantom who annexed my head and

Scratched the walls of my heard making it holey.

Making holes to reveal the ugly nature of myself–

Here in November, rain and my apartment you lived

Internally for eternity–

Yes, I doubt myself to be – believe in– you

As you chase me like a hawk and fire; killing me leisurely

Like mercury, you astounded and stifled me

Leaving me hanging around with cinders and cigarettes.

It smelled and tasted like you, and the more I let go of you

There's another you– perhaps another manifestation of you

Whom I hold onto– yet I'm losing myself for both of you.

Only to realize that you are here, all over again, haunting me

Just like a phantom who annexed my head and

Scratched the walls of my heart making it holey for seven

years–

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