romanticindeed
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What lonelinessIs left for me to wield!Like air to graspAs I fall,And it is nothing to hold.I once held onto a dream,A sight,A vision,Music blazed in my heart,Like a tempest, as love was my armor,My shield,I aimed for kisses to dispel your fears,It was merely the gesture for further tears.
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What stillness that gleamsUpon the porcelain,The textures of your cheeks,A slender nose, and a simple pairOf ruby lips,Though, those eyes,Show to me, the universe with its wildness.Of all creation I had embeddedInto you, for your peace,Into us, for our sleep,But, the pain would not desert you, would it? Sorrow has drained us,Our color, to its…
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Please,I am upon my knees,To receive,The kiss that answers my pleas.For I am numbBy raw strife,Knowing you’d not be my wife,In the turmoil that shaded our life. What was it like, to lie?To speak of being vulnerable, while IFell into bleak and miserable sighsOne after the other, with muffled cries,Into my hands, pouring from my…
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Was it emotionThat compelled you to betray?The sight of meMust be the eclipse,The two hands that made their wayOver to your crying eyes,And blinded your vision. Who was the seeing manIn this apocalyptic romance?For I was blinded, too,By our coldness, in the tears we both rainedTo our kneesThat we hugged close to heart,As the snow…
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We are divided between currentsThat fall from eyes made of glass,And to shield our faces makes us witnessThe shame we decorate ourselves with,As we bleed.We bleed dewdrops over cheeks made of ivory,And kiss love awayAs the emotion it was,Meant to stay. Agony is now our new bliss,Our cheeks, our faces, the silver tears we kiss,Buried…
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How beautifulOne such as me, can describeEach detail, with astonished eyes. Beauty is but a weakness, a place of clayThat requires the water, for sculpture.It is nothing, without the hands atop it,And so, I go to mold. I craft legs to appear as water-bent pillarsTo hold upPoseidon’s very palace, should he have one,Or a cottage,…
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Who bequeathed the roseAbove your brow?Where each petal runs rampant, to fallTo meet the lips that callMy name, through the frosted walls.What love turned itselfUpon an old and delicate leaf? When beauty wakes up, and nestles besideThe stirring loneliness, of a man in a hollow form,And he lays next to a shadow.Merely a quilt that…
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Oh, idleness,Unchanging woman,Who I love.There is, to you, of what I observe,A frame, myself, and you, the painting.You have beauty that thunders a spark across the skies, above.Love cannot any longer, lift it up,All I may do is sculpt it, into a memorable form, of what I knew.I knew, through portraits that still enrage me,That…
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Come for me,If you dare,And step with your formless feetAcross depths, made of flesh,Perfect for your footfalls. Come and tear at me,With your eyes upon my hands,That rent apart this ocean made of rottenness,With anger in my eyes,You’ll fall inward. And I’ll fail,And fall before you,Little angel of my demise,I will submit,To beauty that keeps…
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Pain is there,Beyond the door.I see blood rushing inTo my feet,And I know, very well so,That her defeat is near. Like two seasons faded from their togetherness,I was the winter you did abhor,While you were the summer, where love climbed ashore,To see the rocks as mere pebbles,And the moss that covered them,Only the comfort of…
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Rise up,And take awayThis unholy painFrom the woman I once loved,She needn’t suffer this muchIn this winter of winters. Her face, once an aura of bliss,Her form, once taken by me, beneath sheets of white.And blankets made of the softest velvet,Quilts made of skin. A mattress made of us,And sweat pours over like the rain,…
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Your strange aurasEmit a glow I’ve not seenWith these rotting eyes, nor touchedWith ever-more rotting fingers. What a horror, in meager contours,Drawn around your idle form.An outline that masks your fragilityWhenever you’ll wake up. I see,With eyes revealed for a grave,The listless shape of your countenanceExpressing the bliss that comes with the feeling of death.For…
Modern Romanticism 