Anxiety
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The worst has passedWith the snow to a bleak yesterday.And I see her tresses rain from a frail head,To that path behind me,To a path, where I see,All my cruelest enemies,Little voices of laughter, from spiteful children,People who beg, and people who spit,People who destroy what worlds they ever had. Why would they want this?…
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His eyes are always weeping;His hands are always trembling;His mind is always fearful,Without her light,Without her warmth. “Love has fled,”Said the man, who bledTears, upon his knees, held closeTo his barren chest.A face of a withered personality. A man poisoned into dust,A man without the nerve to raiseHimself, from where he resides,Beneath a curtain,To keep…
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She would bow,And I’ll raise her up.She cannot disavowThe words we said before an altar,To go on towards another place,Another place I cannot conquer.What of her heart? What of the heartThat knows how to beat, only whenThe birth of beauty starts,During whenHer cheeks flare upon my touch to her skin?What of her heart,What of the…
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What was love without the blame, again?A lash upon my own backFrom me, my own slave-master.I defeat myself,Blame myself,Writhe in the guilt of disappointment.And I see my tears fallingWithout a say to where they land. What was love without the coil,The constriction?The restriction,From life with sharp wings? What was love in all its devouringOf my…
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Too many damnable kisses,Brought thorns to make me bleed,And the face that holds a rose,Between two lips colored by cherry.A sweetness mingles over your form,And all I feel is the seduction. I dart with disarray against your eyes,Those that show glare against mine,Great beauty of feminine doom,Show me your way of a common demise,Rotted are…
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Cling upon me,For your immediate comfort.You have wept with a shivering form,And eyes that obey all contention.A face that needs no bliss, as mineOr your own, for the coming deprivation. Disease me, your wounds of many fields.Kiss me, O woman of much gathered,Suffer not, when the world comes tumblingUpon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.We…
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My sweet, kiss my bitter lips.My love, how shall we dine on my guilt?My beauty, with everything sweet to see,My bitterness, is yet exquisite. Under moon and star,Under faces apart,In love and lust in fire,Far, we walk, under the endless fog,To find a memory that was once pleasant.Dream with me, dear woman. Your black hair…
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Beauty has marked my way,By dismembered flesh.This is a tale of remembrance,To one loss, that pined my heart.One that left me aching,One that left me wanting. Oh, father. When shall you return?Grief has left me with stainsOf the countless struggles beneath swaying grass,And petals that fall to my hands,Leave me to count the steps, if…
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Love, I’ll not ever lose this hold,Among your hair, there are scoops of debris,And among your cheeks, there are flowers agleam,While among your lips, there are words stilled and silent,As your chin was dipped in ashes,And beholds a pale hue for myself to see. Start weeping, and I will lose myself,Your form is rotted and…
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Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
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Take in yourself, The solidness of a new morning, My beloved. Your face is so very wet, With the tears, But I implore you! Do not blame, Yourself, for yourself is too new.
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Pain, I have endured,And pain, I never silenced.Pain has always been company,My neighbor, my friend. Pain has always flowed,Behind me,To show me,The sands of a thirsty shore. The disease called pain,Has been my cure,Has been my reminder,To who I am, the miserable one. Fate has always controlled me,Made me one with a sadness,Fate made me…
Modern Romanticism 