Beauty
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“Beauty rapidly falls apart when it is not sustained by the support of love.”
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Take from me,These shores of accumulated pain.Drink from me,The blood that spills like fragrant wine.I have enveloped myself,In its entire grace,And have found myself depressed,I have found myself miserable,Dwelling in the deepest blue.I am still so thirsty. For a drink of love,And not a drink of pain,From the opened bottle, should smell of sweetness,Not of…
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In all my imagining,While haunting memory is the musicTo my mind in its longing,I find myself to view a paintingThat shows the curves of a naked woman,While her lips are reddenedBy the blood offered in my hands.Would I reach to kiss? I desire the wine, next,For a mask is only a shapeTo what has gaped…
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I raise this curtain to show a face,Streaming with the tears of fear.Kiss me, beautiful one, before the noose wraps itself,About my idle neck. I have loved an angel,And gave until I was emptiness,I will remain as emptiness,To focus on your delicate face,And how the world could crushAll the beauty away from my reach. Love…
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To Man, his submission is to be pulled down from clouds. Why say it is a societal teaching to never see Man weep? It is not so, for his emotions, when released, are divided between sadness and anger. For the former, his emotions are those ambitions, with his mind raised in the clouds, until when…
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Sweet darling,I am not the Devil I take me for,A paranoid wad of feces,Has become my mind,I face the future with a blank stare,As idleness caresses my hands. Fear is my only betrayal,To this woeful heart.I wish to care, and to accompanyEach tear that descends,From each of your delicate cheeks.Beloved beauty! I am here. As…
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There is nothing so gentle,As the woman claiming to beThe certainty for herself.I offer condolence,And she falls on her handsAnd knees, to kiss the toes,Of a man who has allowed her to escapeFrom a pain, from a fate that was callingHer, to come away.From her eyes, rained many tears. Only a ruined soul, to this…
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A woman comes unbroken,For she is proud.And she is lonely when hindered,By the restraints from love.She has a face corroded by shadows,Beneath eyes and against her lashes.I am cornered by sorrow,And the kisses weighing heavily. The moon speaks a courting song,Her beauty mimics my own defeat.Her denial has been my retreat.Her heart is my singular…
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Dragged at my feet,Is the unforgiving rope.Binding me, and blinding me,Because I cannot stand,And so I need aid,To be able to see,All that I have corrupted for me,Beyond the grief from the sea. You would deny me all?Reach into me, to see sweetness,And then know bitterness?I have a heart that has stopped,I reach my hands…
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I cripple myself,In horrid wings formed of bleak feathers,And I have pleasured myself in sadness,For it was a bottle I drunk from,That had your bitter tears. I found love awaiting me,And drew joy close to me.Love was stilled, as a heart, buried in dust,A milk-white breast glided past a heart,The Devil in me had awoken.…
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Your eyes have surrounded,My aching morning,As beauty swims a fallen mile,A death that I drew close,You will be the woman I will raise,From a worn stem of flesh. You have a face that shows a yearning,For a merciful connection,A series of tears have washed my tired face,I am a man who knows truest torment,As I…
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I fall between two stems,Where petals grow upon the inside,And feel warmth that burns throughThe emptiness I’ve long gathered. Petals, I’ve gathered,And thorns I’ve grown.Some tune of a Devil’s defeat,Upon a man’s last word. I blew the kiss that would hit the flame,And she mocked its nestling on her cheek.Death fans her screams,As lust drains…
Modern Romanticism 