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Let us loveUntil the day is wonBy the city’s sculptural nights,Losing messagesIn the wind, of our screaming sighs,Facing tears,Winding back fearsTo when minute hands could soothe. Lifting your veilTo bury a kiss into your lips,Finding a heartBeyond the sea of your form,To an island of dreams,Leaving anchors behindIn the stillness of empty clouds,Where hearts do…
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RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I cried. Oh, beautifulGraces upon shoulder-tops,Of flesh cast in marbleWarm to the emptinessOf this barren heart.Love-covered eyes,And hands concealed in gold,Wielding her nameUpon the edge of my tongue.…
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“To the woman, whose graceful shape is often seen by the man as perpetually imperfect, is merely the onset to wasted time. When he hurls criticism, though never corrects, it is that he stares to her external mask. Nothing is corrected, for that mask is the attempt by her for correction’s sake. He’ll not ever…
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Holding your ownFrom the rope that swings your feet.Just a burial awayFrom a face, marked in place,From a kiss, you’ve surely missedOn the long slopes of your voyage,Dreaming for a world to riseTo your tongueLaced with ashes. You’ll come to tasteThe fever, in awakened haste,While the moon stands, above,As the sun is buried, below.Solace is…
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BreathingNocturnal winds,Over cancerous mountainsLike tumors looking dead at the moonFor the awaited blood upon a field,Leaving her starlessIn the gazes of too many eyes. Tipped candles,Fallen orchardsOf apples buried in soilWatered by fertile tearsTo raise up arms, to embrace the shoutOf a monster with his face to the sun. LovingWith a heart, torn in two,Meant…
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Endless daysOf carrying this promise on boardA vessel of frozen boards,A crystallized helmSteering myself from the sadness,Wherever I could weighThis heavinessTo a different darkness. One hopeTo let shine upon my stuck feet,Melting the sinew and bone,Leaving meAs the statue of stone.One shine of silverWhere gold lifts itself from my heartIn remembrance of her. Into this…
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Here is she,The wall of my collapse,As the woeWields the heartache and throeOf my future’s promiseTo be the simple droplet upon a cheek,Swimming in fear. There is she,With fortune to call misfortune,For she remembers the inklings of yesterday.She says,“The shadows are kinder than any promiseThe given light could spark,For your radiance is a faint one.”…
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I couldn’t suffer for a second more. I couldn’t suffer. Breaking the promise, was to break my own heart. Shattered as the Earth, when tears rain as the meteor shower. Like stars, breaking my hemisphere. Breaking my divide, between needed diversion from insanity. For I had found my mind, straight into your own heart. Straight…
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“No human could immediately correct themselves, without needing convenience. Whereas, no human could form wisdom, without an extended time in suffering.” – Modern Romanticism To think science would be needed, if there was a way for all humans to “grow up”, is the definition of ignorance. All humans, when errored or imperfect, displaying such in…
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Rain keeps fallingIn her heart,Like melting snowReceiving the heatOf the fewest grains of Hell.SandCovers her ashes,While shadowsCover her light. I know she hurtsUnder where she blanketsA melting face,Of tears that bleed on for years,In the waking velvetOf sheetsThat lift, before her form. She lays, buried,Naked,For all the kisses I placeLike spells upon her lips,Upon her…
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My eyesSought rain,Upon the daysI couldHave my way.Down the roadsWhere the droplets fellTo heaviness,To the wearinessOf my battered heart. My mindSeeks solaceUpon the softest groundWhere your wings did liftLike an angel, spreadOver the fairest earth,As though sands sought elsewhereOther thanThe crimson over your eyes. Just a slender finger,I can weaveAround the night’s drops from oneVelvet,…
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When eyesChange galaxies,I shall treasure the marksUpon your buried lipsInside of your skull,Outside of the grounds,For there is a statue raisedMarked with all the watersI have come to dine on,With faces meeting faces,With shoulders finding graces. Love is the cruelest designWhere I find safetyOf you, to be mine,Under the Earth,Solid and confinedOf us,Disused and tormentedIn…
Modern Romanticism 