romanticindeed
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Beloved,With scars so engraved,Am I able to dig them out? Am I am able to see,That which has muddled thee,By the sin we both breathe,In bitter misery? Bandage these sores,For they’ve accumulated,Vast swarms of flies,Longing to feast. I have failed my own God,The woman I adored,And now see tragedy,Upon my doorstep.He calls himself, “Death”,And fails…
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When upon the time in a distant romance,When love once guarded her form,When a frame had guarded a painting,When my arms had guarded truth,I knew for once in my life,That my home is not this home;It is the space in her heart,And upon a face, where quivers an aching smile,I would die to know her,…
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Petals have fallen, over a naked leaf,The soil has been where I found thee laying,Frozen and dead, with a mark upon thy forehead,The mark of terror. The mark of a beast.The mark from a man,Who knew your heart, taken to keep. Beloved, with thy tranquil eyes,That I still see, beneath this frail temple,You have hair…
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My sweet, kiss my bitter lips.My love, how shall we dine on my guilt?My beauty, with everything sweet to see,My bitterness, is yet exquisite. Under moon and star,Under faces apart,In love and lust in fire,Far, we walk, under the endless fog,To find a memory that was once pleasant.Dream with me, dear woman. Your black hair…
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I am seated, with my head in my palms,And I ponder to myself over what I’ve lost,Besides another tear. Another tear,Another flake to the ashes,Another memory to the burial,Another fragment from the heavy weightSeemingly lost, and now,The Earth possesses it. Of blinding tears, and blinding rageThat seems to be all I feel.As my emotions are…
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Face our turmoil,And rend the world apart!See where we have felt the stinging pain,The toil to what has been called love. Never love and only the survival bought from danger,I am a man of guilt who is asked to be strong.I am a man of pain who is asked to be painless.I am a man…
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Beauty has marked my way,By dismembered flesh.This is a tale of remembrance,To one loss, that pined my heart.One that left me aching,One that left me wanting. Oh, father. When shall you return?Grief has left me with stainsOf the countless struggles beneath swaying grass,And petals that fall to my hands,Leave me to count the steps, if…
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You surround yourself in an ebony shield,An ebony garb, made by your loathing.It feels to me like a weight upon my palms,For I am the one who holds it close,Like a man without the groping tensionOf one perpetual shame. Disease and wine swim well with the other,How famous we are, when in love,But never so…
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With desire, feed me wine,Among pain, make yourself as mineBeneath sheets that fade away thy purest form,As all angels weep above in their enclosure. For I have destined myself,To wed myself,With yourself, a queen of a night,A desire and a might. You have felt the sin,To which we ran the watersOver our palms,And over the…
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Love, I’ll not ever lose this hold,Among your hair, there are scoops of debris,And among your cheeks, there are flowers agleam,While among your lips, there are words stilled and silent,As your chin was dipped in ashes,And beholds a pale hue for myself to see. Start weeping, and I will lose myself,Your form is rotted and…
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Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
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I stand above a pool of someone’s blood and attempt to notice the faces, in the attempt of my question, coming forth in trembling syllables, “Who had caused this destruction?” A wasteland surrounds me in echoes of crying women. Of weeping men over the graves to their beloved, they too, sing out. They feel, as…
Modern Romanticism 