Beauty
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It is at times that I feelThat feeling has left me.It is at that time when I thinkMy sanity is leaving me. When love burstsA heart bursts.When such happens, feeling is gone,And a heart is hardened with the blood. Feeling only ever numbsWhen the light has left us,When the warmth has left us,Like in the…
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“Beauty is only ever beautiful, when it is pushed to the edges of the Earth, bringing herself to fall down. Beauty cannot be strong, without beauty being loved. When beauty is only beautiful, she is fragile and weak. She is alone, with only herself to see. No one admires her. No one cares for her.…
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Dialogue #1 “Beauty Reflects…” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #2 “A Man’s Guilt Buried” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #3 “A Woman’s Guilt on Top” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #4 “Beauty is the Vulnerable Flesh” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #5 “A Man, as the Beast” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #6 “A Woman, as Beauty” Beauty: Beast: Dialogue #7 “When Guilt should not…
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Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you, that delicately speaks. I see redness in everything beautifulAbout you.My…
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How does the man behindThe counter feelFor the drunk he is feeding a bleakness?For the job, he is misleading.And,For the drunk, he is leading. Love is the hope within the bottleWhere no liquid resides.Just a message of hopeFor the man attempting to run along the roadWith fire behind him.The man behind the counter will still…
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Piloted on wingsCentered on springs.She had leaped, more than once, from cliffs made of collapsed Earth,Only for me, to see, what should not be, of this pain that had been birthed.Joy cannot settle on her skin,While I call to her, in unhealthy dins. Where were we, once?What were we, once?The purest things?The most fragile things?We…
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Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks perplexityAs my madness against her sadness,I’ll forever receive the burning…
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Sunken beneath, the tides, as you wereMy solace, the source to my wellOf tears.I threw a line for your freedom, when I saw you were drowning.I threw it, to save you from the uncertainty that kept you weeping.For each drop in the tide, was yours.Though, the well was mine. I looked back to the well,For…
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Sometimes, upon when I lay my headAtop a pillow, I will see the edges of your formTaking shape at the foot of my bed. I see the tears that begin to floatAway from my eyes,And you’d catch them, with hands open for their approach. What will you sayWhen the day comes,When you will see me…
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A lasting trace, is the smile captured for yearsBeneath the fabric of long tresses, like curtains to rain over her eyes.Eyes that blossomed many tearsFor joy’s sake, and for the end of suffering.I muse over her face, like an artist with his brushTo paint the many years in picture. She was all the pain of…
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Love is radiation. Intended to spread its presence over those trusting of it. What do we have of love, other than simple belief? We believe in love to do the right thing. It is never expected to manipulate, and then ask for something in return. Love, when denied, creates Hell. One sinks, without love. One…
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Threads wrapped aroundIn barest silver,To her complexion of fullest white. Spread across her cheeks,As white as the snow,As kindness will be to her, everything she knows. To love forever, as we had promised.For I love a beautyWrapped in a love, as old as time. Graceful, in the art of movement,Around a home, called our comfort…
Modern Romanticism 