Beauty
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All I wishFor you to doIs to say you want to live. For you seem to want to die,And leave memories behind. Is depression truly this deliciousThat you’ll forget what pleasures we hadIn times where comfort was wieldingIts own sword? A sword against poverty.A sword against insecurity.A sword without restraintAgainst the darkest currentsTo push them…
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Track meUpon the pathTo safety,So that I may kiss your sweet lipsFor that one solitary moment in peace. I gave up my lifeTo see you safe.I gave up everythingTo make you proud,And I have nothing left, but the pieces to carry. Would I stab them in your heartIf you’ll allow me?Would I choke you in…
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Within every bird, there is a song.But, yours seems to be missing.Figment of my little imagination, and I am deluded,But, the waves crest as your breasts,And the tides recede along your abdomen,So I go, to place my hands like the sculptor’s wayTo make sure a woman need not feel dismay. Your song shall be savedBy…
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What is thisBetween elongated limbs?What is this short figure, that does no longer kiss?It merely stares. I carved a portrait, from dust,And made a heart flutter, with rust,And, with a face I’ve come to love,Here it is, never knowing what’s above. It peers at meIn arms as cold as its gaze.It does not move,But, weeps…
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The arriving timeTo see my fortune set in line,Set upon the traveled roadPlaced with the stones once cast at my limbs,And I walk over them. I see your searing pain, at the end of this long pathThat does not twist,For I’ve no other feelingFor this lonely world,Where only the sigh of the wind, guides me.…
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All vow to watch you bowDown to feast upon the grapes made from wax,And blow delight upon the sightOf ornamented delicacies from your heart made of silver.You will feel when we’ve already sealedDeep inside our minds, with the time we will unwind,So that you can walk in that gait we’ve left behind. Denial is a…
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Love must have a way for usIn its seeming abyss.We are a wilderness apartStanding as stone statuesCarved by ravenous hands,Full of lust in how they trembled,And why do I feel you weep? Like the rain against my windowpane,I hear you cry along with the wind.Your repeated sighs,Makes me question why.It makes me question your current…
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The wrong side we fell,The wrong form of Hell,The tears we drink up,The faces we sink through.Play me,Your eyes, and their sorry Nature,To weep, and expel a sorrowful sound.As we denyThe next dayTo arise. Where had we felt this torment, before?To go back, to allure itTo come back towards us.People are sick upon our errors,People…
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Believe me, as I blew to you,The kisses soaked in tears, and everything new.You are the angel coated in dust,The young woman with wings of ashes,And you’ll fly from one home to the next,You’ll flee to the next pair of arms,That will only hold you as close as the Earth. The little cinders that adorn…
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An object lesson, seeking any disclosureTo this reminiscence of your naked form,Now bandaged by the treatment of ludicrousy.You were beautiful, in my arms,Showing breast,And whispered fable from two lips of pearl.You told me secrets, that daunted my mind,You closed upon me, pain that would not ever dieWithin yourself.And, outside myself, there is a sceneryOf Hell,…
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Beautiful womanWhom all will call as needing aid,The support from a thousand fountains,To drink from. Why do you require moreThan what I offer? Is it merely in a woman’s bloodTo be this expensive?To require this much effortFor your possession? I do not own you,But, I have won you.A golden heart, is what I have taken,And…
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How I love thee, mother of so many embraces,And I’ll cherish thee, with all the spilled many graces.And your hair, that which I see, to reveal how much you care,It is strewn about,Showing your negligence upon yourself,But, where are you to care for you? How I will kiss thee, mother of my Heaven,And I’ll wrap…
Modern Romanticism 