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For what I behold,A Face of Inspiration,Gained from who I love,And all I love,Being she,And her heart, made of gold. Behold, before thee,Beautiful woman,Who belongs to me.There is much weeping upon my face,My eyes once showed tragedy,And now they behold the highest joy. Deny nothing,We’ve become the everything.Your face is there for my quill,And the…
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Go belittle all else!Unto this rotten love,Of all else given,We’ve dismembered enough,As our cries show many agonies,Many moments of eternity. We are frail children,Tiny ones of no might.We have death as mothers,And cruelty as fathers. We are children perhaps of love?We are what remains of a rotten world,And its disguised future.Funerals surround us in antiquity.…
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Where should I fathom myself,Upon the furthest glacier that remains stagnant,To the most nurturing of moons?Blessed beauty, you’ve seen me,And my fingers are broken.And you’ve seen me, too,With eyes that are swollen and red.I’ve wept the nights away. I’ve also felt strength alike a god,And you’ve seen that, too.I’ve died repeatedly,For what I believe, truthfully.The…
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“In what a woman denies, it is the aspect of devotion. She still yearns for it. In what a man denies, it is his strength, the willpower he must possess to return to her. When we relate a ‘Second Coming’ of Christ to these differences, we behold denial and yearning. A woman’s lover, was Christ,…
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Where beauty forms endless trails, Alike to your bleeding heart, Where veins softly flow, The vermilion blood, of a tired afternoon.
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Her face, encased in ice, Winter has made a fine print, Love has been replaced, With a tear. Beauty has been replaced, With a sculpture of ice, And I still draw it close for a kiss.
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Q: You have mentioned that ‘failure’ is indeed what a person these days has said to be a wrong in even mentioning; that people these days have forgone even the mentioning of the word, and that this is also a wrong. Will you elaborate? A: “Failure” is a motive. To not mention the word makes…
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As my arms extend outwards,To reach for what I had lost,There’s only the air,And only a strand of hair,To embrace,I have touched the edge of a bed. I have made my home a nest,Of emptiness.I have become one withLoneliness and grief.It is because of an agony,One with so much melody,Within her gruesome cries,To my eyes.…
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She was the wind,She is now the sea,Calling out, for sailors to breatheTheir last, upon their own thirst.While gulls transport, from water to scrap.While faces of Heaven see downwards to her,They call no strength to her longing,Her suffering,Is for a hopeless muse.It is an ocean that brims darkness. A fever, she once caused,For the sake…
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Famous and beaming with red,Lovely until you fall dead,With the stead of undying love.Romance has quaked our realm,While nectar falls from your breasts,Live in me, oh, beauty from the North. Give yourself to me,My final companion.We shall live and die with the union.We shall make poetry from our voices.Our marriage will bloom for many morrows,And…
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Take in yourself, The solidness of a new morning, My beloved. Your face is so very wet, With the tears, But I implore you! Do not blame, Yourself, for yourself is too new.
Modern Romanticism 