romanticindeed
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I am watchful, upon your barren formThat no alonger moves with each subtle sigh.Your arms will no longer sway when you decide to dance,Your hips, the same.And for each ruby lip that I had always aimed to kiss,There is only Hell for the life I dearly miss. Hold your head in the snowDear beauty.You once…
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Scarlet lipsAre to sing the tune of many yearsIn that same isolation,For it is the one that has kept you bleeding.Like a face that cannot smile,Because, its stone surface is un-moving.Like your face that does not smile,Because, you’ll only grip the stones, held at your throat. Your isolation,Your place among the ocean,With a face that…
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Make the rain wash meFrom this idle pain.For she has gone down, like a starWhose light could not hold itselfUp, among the dark. She shivered, before she expiredIn my hands, in the night.I fell two drops from swollen eyesThose, that have cried many nightsInto the ground, into the soil, and into the Hell I call…
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Your eyes carry the shiverThat I have welcomed with the warmth.The heat, from your conceit,The bleak tresses that rain, to your shoulders and neck,The love that opens itself wide, upon a bed made of stone,And I am natural to admit,That I could not commit. Could not commit,To the Devil between your legs.I was within it,…
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As I grew with thorns to my very face,There was the skin of you,Laced in the venomOf a thousand ways to be lonely. Painted by the pain, that grew up next to youAs another woman.Love can only be pressed into your heartBy the Hell, that would never startThe flames, without my Heaven to bind the…
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Like two bleeding suns,My palms were crushedUnder the weight of your heavy formThat dropped from the bleak monochrome.I saw what would have shocked me,Were I not already knowing it. Your form is inescapable,Like a palette to an artist,He wields it like a shield,While his eyes are the color that he perceivesWith every carefully aligned strokeOf…
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My love, my wine,I am drunk upon your eyes.Wind sweeps me aboard a vessel,And I am sailing on Bacchus’s temple,Where sweat pours as radiant as blood,When beneath the hovering sun. What wills me to land a kissBefore I land ashore? What wills me to never missThe great beauty I adore? I cannot treasure enoughThe saddest…
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What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond the waves and the endless morrows.We had sailedUnder choirs that…
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My hands wet with the dewThat has crossed my eyelids,And dropped with graceUpon the flesh of my palms,As I fell to my knees. I bleed wine, from my wrists,And bleed the sea, from my eyes.And, bitterness encompasses both. Late when the feeling comes to subside,Under the boughs and brambles of this winter season,I dip into…
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And what seat have I placed myselfWhen beside me, seats only a space?My Queen had bledA drop of melted snow into the soil,And its color was red. For a King with his vulnerable selfIs merely a man. I dreamed sweetness, of softnessBefore the morning arose,And when it died,I imagined the sun as your rising face,Delighted…
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I cannot decideWhat to hideWhen I falter beneath what stirs me. Your beauty has hues, not alike the sun,And most unlike the shimmers in the rain.It has more brightnessThan ever a sunshineOr sun-shower.Brightness, that stings me, though soothes me;Brightness, that burns me, though soothes me;Brightness, that churns me, though soothes me,And I am still here…
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Tired of all,When yearning to crawlAlong fields sprayed with your tears.Here is beauty,And there is sceneryFor me to weep over, in view of your slumber. Your darknessFights me off,Intrudes upon my light,The comfort I’ve aimed to grant. I have placed roses for you to wieldLike swords in this very field,To cast fire along the presence…
Modern Romanticism 