Beauty
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Play for me,Dear, struggling woman,Though, our patterns be great,They seem to turn upon their own command.I found love upon your own throne,Upon your own grace,Upon your own face.Tears struggle mad to free themselves,From daily confinement.Bruised and scorned by the sun,Patterns grow immense, in all levels of sadness.I see futures born from all variousMoments in sickness.…
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Blanket and quilt,Heart shape and guilt,Collide upon the other,In merry do-overs.Blessed by thee,Your tranquil beauty.All so personal to describe,My heart, in its redness,And in bluest tears,I bellow out such oldest rhymes. We have faced the world over,In truest terror.You were upon the strength, I knew to uncover youFrom, to see the area beneath yourself,And to…
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“Each human individually places their ugliness to the past, everything they dislike about themselves to the past; though, when they begin to be encouraged to discover themselves, accept themselves, they are within the act of reliving what they dislike about themselves, and they never improve. To see the past as something to put behind, a…
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Fall upon me, now,And un-shield your eyes,That sparkle from the dew of a newest morning,A cry for aid, when you came astray,Feeling pain as you did upon the birthOf our love. Your mind is a curse for your heart,Your heart is a feast for my mind.Your flesh is the place where I partThe breasts, to…
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I will live,Though, how can I breathe? How can I start a fire,A flameIn this heart of mine,Without the glance that brought me life? How can I state any moment of happiness,In the most genuine of words,Without what is needed,To keep me down? What finger will be placedUpon my blistered lips? What pair of eyes…
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Love all, when I call,You, to the furthest cliffs,And say, that you will stay,To speak true words, of no dismay.People seem, and also scream,To force cues,To force signs,To places full of danger,Will you be the one, to fulfill,The only one, who has become still? Your beauty is where I mark unknowns,To a center I say…
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Dawn on me,Your shade of comfort,In my place of great sorrow.Hellish disdain,Among great pain,Has left me open,To the option, of having you near.And you are what is called,“Believable”. A great love, has left its mark,Upon a heart, fleeing in dark.A notion I’ve made clear,Under stars so bright and cruel,That I’ve seen plains full of flame,And…
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Your kind face sends a path for my awakening,I slept a breathless sleep.Beneath myself,Over myself.You have the world before yourself,And I have seen it, in my worst fears.You have a face, full of light,And I have two eyes, full of fright.What is worse, my lady in distress?The place I’ve made vacant next to you,Or the…
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Love is a famous thing,My bird, my devil.You have sprouted wings for myself to see,Hoping for this face of mine to utter some sound,That will ignite the world around.Our garden of decay,Is where we share these notes of love,Alike our merry Heaven with a house of stone,Falling to our feet, from above. I will hope…
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Beloved, to describe what is before me,Would perhaps offer me,What to me, craves the plenty –The multiple aspects to your beauty.And as I sit before you, and before my gaze,Towards your marvelous captivity,You show to moon and star,A gaze full of idle awakeningTo what thumps a rhythm in your golden heart,Broken away, are those fragments…
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We’ve grieved a number of times, Enough to starve ourselves of woes and goodbyes, Enough so that we’ll yearn to stay in arms and sighs, With faces marred by tears and excessive pleas Upon that which humanity has come to see, A love of our own, open and wide. I am in love with a…
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Oh, realm of the wicked, where dreams drop from hands like droppings from the bottom of a bird; there is much admiration to stick upon beauty to admire; why withhold what should be offered? Love will lift it, beyond the realm of Men, where flesh is torn and raped. Faces are many that stare with…
