romanticindeed
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A face of much graceHas sought to look beyond herselfTo my soul,Where she discovered a corruption.A devotion,A respectFor her among the rest,Was something I held upon, for dearest whiles. Life leaves no inconsistenciesUpon beating hearts.Yet, that turns towards the misfortuneOf being uncertainWhen love drops its dew into the portrait. All of fear,Had been held so…
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Bleed me in the open, Drink me in the open, Drink my contents That have been spent. Bleed, and nourish yourself Lady of beauty. You seem to enjoy this While I despair in the solitude Of my tears. I creep among my own ashes, I stay awake among my own grave, I sing a note…
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As I’ll leave you on the edge You’ll bleed over me, your emotions and pledges. What did you first think of love My saved darling? Your bluest tears, Your reddest lips, Your palest face Doesn’t seem to lift from the sadness Where you drink it through. You swear to me, That life did not leave…
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I have forgotten what it meant for her to stay alive. I have forgotten what it meant for her to keep trying. Love was once the ground for her to walk upon, though it has collapsed beneath herself. She bleeds tears to create the roses, with dew to drop off petals into the ground. Pain…
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Pain is the wellspring of all things creative. When it comes to writing, we create lists. We can jot down what troubles us, what moves us into tears that fall into hands. Why not throw those tears down onto the page, in the most metaphorical sense? What is the alternative to not writing the pain?…
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I thought with life upon a wire,I could aim a little higher.Force me behind a cageFor I should never swayWith you in arms, ever again. I am without control,Just the beast with nothing to holdBut his own entrails,His guilt,His form that has scarred the landscapeBy simply being here. Please let me lay aloneIn the open…
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I will nowLick the tears away from those sorry cheeks,Nothing has looked so worn and bleak,Miserable beauty. Please allow meTo crown thee,To wed thee,If not of the ceremony, then of the forgivenessThat pools beneath our feet. I have loathed youFor no reason at all.I admire my guiltPerhaps more than I loved you. Your eyes glistenBeneath…
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The outline to her risqué shape, conjures up in Alessio’s mind the image of lust, dangling on the edge of canyon cliffs. As though he were the coyote to find the scrap of flesh, unknowing of the trap to bring him high. He would fall to bleed in her, a love that reaches miles across…
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She soars, as a phantomBled by distant romance.Upon the halo’s entrance,Smiles were eclipsedFrom her place in the skyTo the Earth where she dies. Float past meTo the fear you know so well.Fly to the wind, that embraces theeAmong all of you, so torn. I’ll kiss, though will not kiss, againThe hollow eyes that see only…
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No longer shed the tears,No longer shed the struggle.You collapse on knees as old as the stones behind you,That you drag.Though, your nakednessHas been something to kissFor beauty’s sake. Life has stepping stones,Not weights for shoulders. Love searches for paths in bones,Calling a ring up to ears that sting. Once I saw you undressed near…
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You feel the ropeWrapped around your feet?You feel the eyesPouring a stare upon your handsWhile all you holdAre the tears, from the night? Do you feel the loveBreathing over you,Bleeding beloved? Do you feel the burnOf my armsAgainst your cold skin? I grew to be your King,My darling woman,So that I may set you on…
Modern Romanticism 