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Sharp slopeto lose your tearswhether to the infinite ocean,or to the finite reflection. Raise this grave,watered at the weeping moon. Taste the future, savedto eclipsed presence, too soon. Separations into black.Wandering off-trackwhile kisses, once the lightnow the fright. Heaven had sparks.Love ends in the dark,while the pursuit of passionbecome a collisionflinging pain as water for…
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Her name in safest regard.Bewildered to me, that these tearsdrop to make the stones,sunken with all the bones, – ashen in color,washed out of salience. Modest maker of all love,while she burns the pagesat the furthestlighthouse. The rush to the lanes,an hour of hardshipto land, for an eternityin her eyes. Beyond the mere importanceto a…
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Steal you from time’swasted banquet.Undermine you to the stateof immediate fire.In the growing soundsfrom your open mouth,I let a seed fall. Hips have waited,with legs, the growing boughs. You stretch towards the burningrush, in the feverish skies. A kiss, close to your heart,pacing back from ending to start. To roll over, again,as you take the…
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Send soldiers to her.Pull herfrom tragic ruins.Leave the sparks. Water and laughterruns the same breathfrom her shattered lungs. Wake meupon the smileI recognize. Hand in hand, – a dance to create the colors. Fire, with desireHolds her, at the tower,threatens closure. Send those knights.Keep her lifefrom taking the brisk walkoverboard.
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In this sleep, brought onby the snow.Each corner, we weep,driven low.Playing the harp in the cold,staying the heart on its oldJourney among frostand loss. Situate, instigatetides of nocturnal wrathto keep the fever. Oceans come, hands will leave,after the first wave. Recessionin this stage, regressionto the page.Becoming still, the storythat buried those eyesbehind a curtain. Blind…
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“How does a person understand meaning? By remembering it. If we remember death, we are recalling an absence. At the same time, we are recalling the pain that defines the absence. We remember love, though become deluded at the thought that it, too, has died. Love does not die, though life does. Love does not…
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Turn around.The sun has risen. You face the starlit sky,counting to infinity. How many seconds?How many grains upon a frozen shorewill your mind become lost in? Beyond my armswhich direction is yours? Beyond the scarlet warmth,where will you turn? Your dreams face a sadness and scorn.Your heart, wrapped in velvet,and torn. I wait with an…
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Forego this.These clothes were bandages.This bedHas been our grave,Laid to rest in each other’s petals,Our tears, – But no rain will reach us. BuriedAnd cremated,Shutting a casket’s lidOver our closed eyes.A cover,A storyConcealed, without memory.We forget, in bliss.Death reaches us, upon the kiss. Touch of Iscariot,With denial that love, from aboveBled us dry. We burn…
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Stir the eyesthat roam, the handsthat seethe plain viewof something Somatic. Entertain with nightsof naked breast,open arms, closed caress. Wipe tears from bandaged eyes. Wait for me as I fall from skies. Your arms were never smoother,while our oceans are calm. I retreated from winter,in its decay.With entrance to your fire,I return to stay.
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“To look upon the ruined castle or the Greek pillar, to then state, ‘Why has it become that way?’ and you should put blame on the word ‘change’. Progress is change. Progress suits a singular person’s vision. It is not improvement, this progress. It is merely the change to the world’s colors. A kaleidoscope that…
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Sordid angel stirs, before her coffinis lowered into the soil she bathed within. Dirtied upon the crying smile. Caretake, until she takes waterto create the drought.Her love dries while her life diesbeneath the stagnant moon. Small pebble,dilated in the dark skies,embraces her ocean,pulls her up for a moment more,before letting go. Scorned angel weeps,signals her…
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“There is a monster in each of us, dying to be let loose. When we subdue the monster, we hurl it back in its cage. Can we kill it? We cannot. Our true outcome should be to embrace the beast, and then watch it weep. Why does the monster release these tears? It is because…
Modern Romanticism 