romanticindeed
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You have love that surrounds you,As two arms that have closed upon you,I have locked you as a shape,I now love you in this place.Your rosy cheeks are my dessert,Your barren words are its sweetness. I describe,With a voice so cherished,The roundness of a cheek, the left one,And the right one, that has a distant…
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Tipped into thy divine mouth,Like Heaven draining through an hourglass,Of thy heavenly form, with no crudenessAt all, to the beauty of serpents. I am in love with a sin,To make love with the surge of emotion,To make love with a woman of my nightmare,Of all pain, and her studious gaze,Here is me, to count the…
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Your dreary web of shades,Falls into my place,From the world’s hidden face,As we stand beside a banquet and its host,Placing each memory to our shoulders,Hoisting its intolerable presence. Oh, beauty.With thy lavender scent,From attire born to beckon.You have a harmony to your voice,And a grace to thy shoulders,A tempting look,In two orbs, of two eyes.How…
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Q: What you propose in your scenario is that flesh has a Necromantic emotive to it. Do you wish to elaborate? A: Necromancy is the emotion, or emotive, that arises from an inability to forget those who have died. This is to say that we should forget their physical form. What manifests the physical form…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
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Q: To recite what you’ve said: you believe that Socialism is merely Nature’s guidance of the Sapient into death? A: Not only that, for I believe it to be the proof of God, and the proof of Darwin’s theory. Q: Would you explain? A: Darwin speaks of devolution, while a belief in God is a…
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Have we felt the urge to swim? The both of us; in raging currents, have we forced ourselves out of line with a scenario? A dismay. A tragedy. A disorientating vision that has made promise after promise turn to failure. Why, my sweet Eveline, has all become disproportioned? My pain runs in tides, in the…
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Here, we breathe, disaster,With our voices, set on high,As death, surrounds us,And our might, has departed,To a stranded shore. I am in love, only with myself,A blessing, that has made, me wishful,A curse, that has made, me lonesome.What have I, turned upon,Where will I, turn upon,Next, when dining upon, a victim?Will I muse, and take…
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Oh, dearest goddess, with goodness in thou!You are my everything,And all my supposed failures,To dance upon your abdomen,With how you flee at every second,With how you are far,With how you also dance with speed,That matches my own. I go down to feed on thy mesmerizingFace of lips and eyes.I am soon to seeThe love that…
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Your words are my focus,Glowing, glistening, and romantic,Each syllable gleams as the furthest moon,Though, closest to raise the tide.You are before an altar,With my fingers laced in your silver.And your beauty entrances me,A virgin doused in white,It’s all so agonizing. It is, for you have accompaniedMy deepest entrails,And have poured a fear into me.The one…
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I fell upon thy parted lips,And fled among their washed hue,Never knew, never knew,The placement of their kind,That were drawn over a face of mine.Your parted lips,Are as my own. A woman, and a man,Your beauty, and my insanity,We’ve both done wrong,To fall apart, and to be anew. I am in love only with water,Because…
Modern Romanticism 