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GraftedBy an awakening smile,Holding slender by the hand,Enjoying tunesSet by the choir,Rolling uphill by the damsel’s gaze,Swinging in the swell of enchantment,By the enchantress’s haze. His mind,A cold reluctance,As a place of winter amongThe city’s stare,Or his faceAs a simple notion to be sad,While words collapse against page,Seeing tears caught by the wind. Bells and…
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How many dropletsWill spill from the moon?We have laid here, together,Matching ourselvesWith the weather,The fevers from a fireplace,As you are mine. Scarlet hair,Beaming eyes,Folded skin, over curvesSoft as petaled snow,Of trees that connect each star,Dropping flakes easily as remembranceTo this unseen moment. You writhe in your pleasure,Folding grins against frowns,Feeling pain with my diningUpon scentsAs…
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Outward,Past the rubble,The lights gleam a vesselIn my painstaking handsHolding a woman close,Of her rays,Upon her voyage. Weathered footprintsIn the icy ground.Loosened salt from the rooftopsOf my temples,For I still bare the sight of toil,Even on a day of unity. Her kiss had lastedTo the amorous twist,Strengthening me towards the North,Where flavor comes mixedWith the…
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“To tell one race that they’re the only sufferer from prejudice, is always equivalent to saying upon someone that they should feel alone in their suffering.” – Modern Romanticism How would anger not be the trigger to an immense feeling of loneliness, especially one so encouraged, upon a specific race? Is not the cure to…
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“Arrange in any mind the opposite towards what would occur, upon the question that states, ‘What am I?’ Does one comprehend their own identity as a universal understanding among all others, or does it become a special understanding that is segregated from humanity, itself?” – Modern Romanticism A monster is humanity not gone, though buried,…
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Hold yourself there,Think not so fastOf things sure to collapseAgainst your figure in the light,While canvas captures,As hands command. You are the pinnacle of all I know,The dream envisioned, sure to showMy messages of admirationGiven thus,Rest atop your breast,Your place in the dust. A dying orphanage, caught aflame,Kept you hereIn your name,For the children spoke…
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Do not fadeFrom arms, wide as the Earth,Entangling you, in your birth.Do not releaseFrom spaces, you might drown,With eyes, with easeOf pain that makes you shutThe world you look upon. Have I been the bettermentTo your future?For your breaths, I have extendedThe moments, the hours,Into a world that never triumphs. The fields you look upon,The…
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“Politics is the world of its own. It’s a bath one steps into, and does not make their mark in it, though instead becomes embraced by a world that controls the bather.” – Modern Romanticism The term “functional” has its meaning in nothing universal. Flaws are common among functions, making form the ultimate understanding to…
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Waking up,Seeing the sun,Comprehending the wavesShattering against the rocksOf my engrained heart. All loveIs a keenness,Staring to your shoulders,Knowing the weight atop them,Finding whereCurtains can be pulled backTo empty a solitary kiss. The world folds a closeness about,With the aura of a distant sunWhere dreams are as the ivy,Not poisoned.I caveInto you,Stinging myself with tears.…
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WateredBy endless vowels,Taken to the consonants,Kept to the endings.All evennessBecomes the oddness,Lasted upon your gentle smile,Where wishes become ordinary,As tears become extraordinary. You have a face where loveDoes not remainTo keepSmiles, together.Fractures please youIn the earthen graves,As scenery is to the astute,While deserts are to the new. Your blindness,Your kindness,Feeble of eyes,Golden of heart.Streams gather…
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How often,So alikeThe storm seededAtop your burned,Scarlet hair,With your lipsPressed to the wind,Favoring droplets,Keeping to scorn,Mixing messages with the sailsScarred by your hurried fingers. DustBecomes redAs the lustYou take awayThrough the moon’s aperture,Where once was a faceOf something to truth,Where loveHolds a grail to your frozen lips,Not wasting a single dropOf a design. The heat,The…
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“One’s empathy become crossed out in the sand, as one’s desire to aid becomes extinguished, all in the most automatic fashion, soon when they believe people should be categorized.” – Modern Romanticism Categories of people? Groups of people? Segregation of minorities into lists of each? All of this is against the empathy that rules what…
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