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Weaken your eyes,Face your tears,Consume your own fears,Oh, yearning woman.The House of GodHas condemned youUpon the marriage to divorce,Upon the union with derangement,With wilted roses gathered in armsUp towards the altar.You clean yourselfWith showers of pity. You are the petalClung to the needless stem,For you desire a thorn. You have tears growing from your eyes,Drinking…
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Why light,WhySo bright?What have I burnedOf the stilled tomorrow?Her hair radiates,Her skinEscalates, the tempest,Me,And the fuses at the endsOf herWorn fingers. BeautySmiles, one of heavinessTo myAching body.Her ownEclipses what I see of light,So bright,With giants to every step,Every encroaching hourTo my feeble sight. Lead on,My womanWhose arms crawl,Whose legs drag,Though still remains beautifulTo even the…
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I cannot tellWhich part of the night with starsLeads me to Heaven,Or withers me to Hell.I dream of drinks,Of chalices full of tears,Full of another’s blood.There, to the winds that carryThe scent of a funeral’s pyre,I effort myself to loathe,Never to love. Dreams can tell apart,Day from night.And I,With hollowness to every scar,Stare into the…
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“Nothing made should be viewed as all that which can be divided, without breeding a materialistic mindset bent around choice. To choose, merely means to escape from the responsible self. To do the right thing, is to embrace responsibility.” – Modern Romanticism Diversity has its two meanings in creation and causation. What is born out…
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White-petaled coversOver a mattress, made of blackVelvet,Caressing the back of one pallid beauty.Her dreams come as nightmares,Wading as the furnaceTo heat her face, pound her heart,Receding time like the grayest oceanTo a former shore. Just a dead love,That wed too quickly,And died too helplessly.TearstainsMock the song of the future,While bleaknessTreasures weakness. Unceasing painTo the woman…
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Glares of rust,As my hands sift past curtainsBlocking memories from neededIntrusion.My fault becomes evident,A quieted beliefOf some Spirit, full of Holiness,Radiant in wherever Temple was builtTo house this guiltOf sin, immortal,Of loathing, endlessOf those dripping at the endOf a stained blade. My life,Woeful,As my wifeLies crippled in blanketing fears.Why memories mustTurn fault to the glaring…
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“As hatred cannot be offered by use of words, then it falls to criticism to undertake speech made through use of intellect or idiocy. For when the former takes place, being of intellect, then it is the debate that stages the ground. When it is the latter taking place, being that of idiocy, there is…
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“No two loves are alike, anymore than two flames of a candle share equal radiance.” – Modern Romanticism
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Like cradles,TeeteringWithout their silenced infants,I am in the bitterness of retirementAway from a darkness,Into a light.Like the words I craft from sinister hands,Like the faces I conjure from a weathered mind,Misery follows. She has her hands sunk in the ocean,Lifting waves.For her pale arms ride from the moonTo the limitless sands,Beneath departureOf tides that carry…
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Came as a ghost,She did,For I falter before the ivory altar,And sing out,Cry out, my hollowness to God.The ring was not set,As the grave was never metWith many tears enough to growThe fondest flower, from below. I recite all I know,I give all I can bestowTo the unforgiving might of emptiness.My heart has neverLashed me…
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HereWhen arms canEmbrace the loosest limbs,We are harboredOn shores made for timesOf rolling winds,Our expelling sighs.Can we sentenceThe earth deeper,Beneath us?Can we kissOur wounds to see the stars? I can countRhythmsOf your skipping heartbeat.It dances,It jumpsAs you bleedNotes from between your lips.Loss to meIs to be uncovered,To be seenBy my naked eyes,Caressed by my trembling…
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