Beauty
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“Her yearnings are infinite…” Empathy is the emotion of the personal. The snow and its cold are where people are buried. Beneath its flakes, there is the death of where people sleep. We have noticed of the towns and cities that are spread across the earth, that sympathy is now the emotion used for when…
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Those kisses,To which I offer for two nipples,And a bottom,To which I offer my grip.Your face asks for a stare,My own; I’ve become aware. Your eyes show stars;I am in their marveling glance,Deep kisses I share to a face,Upon two cheeks, these kisses are laid,Upon two lips, these kisses are laid,They are laid down, so…
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I have angered you,I have made you unkind towards me,When I have been unkind towards you.I so deserve your intolerance,Your anger,Your demolition of my spirit. The pain, it has swelled,Up to the Heavens, where there is God,And he has made ashes for me.No palaces that will stand,For me to behold in grandWaiting, because they have…
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“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared…
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Wonderful beauty,With a heart that sows the harvest,Of a new morrow. You have eyes that I wish to kiss,And cheeks with tears I wish to lick.Our love is a flame,An inextinguishable flame,For no hands, besides ours, can touchIts hold upon us. Your face shows radiance,Alike the gold of a highest palace,And a highest angel, feels…
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There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom, And a leech hung over thy weighted brow. It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly, And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
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Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the sins, of a one.Woman! My love, you are, as death,Never lifted aboveThe closeness, to poverty. With each groan, in savage pain,You remain enticed, by loathing.So much pain,Has crossed, your eager mind.So much shame,Has made itself,…
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My love,Allow me,To lift thee,From tragedy. You found in yourself a place,A shape, a heart,You are a muse to me,And I am amused by you. A love I see so clear,As the subtle stars,Beneath widest lakes,A face so very dark. And so very light,As you, the illuminated beauty. So very low, I have bent my…
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There is weight, under my legs,Breath that drains, from my lips,And the whisper, to which, I utter, the solemn note,Has the message of breath, between the eyes. I find no mercy, coming from your words,You speak of discontent, and demise,And there’s no comfort, for us.You say you cry to sleep, each night! Why has God,…
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Romance, in thy very eyes,How devilish are those very tresses,That lash thy keenest neck,That raises to even keener eyes.I have perception to see thy wickedness,And a mark I’ve burned into thy skin. Where would God tell us to roam,When in this embrace?We have failed among Saints, who had watchedOur faltering.We failed God in His expectancy.…
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How salvation has arisen,Above and beneath the consequence,Where thee was born,Before Satan’s altar. You destroyed light-years of workFor the sake of a friendship.For the sake of a pitiful message,You broke ties with a God. I am a life well-broken,Deceived, and hand-made,By the artisans of Heaven,And your death means nothing. You hail nothingness,In each shivering limb…
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Wherefore do we speak, when in an embrace,From words that ripple through our forms?Entwined, we dance between velvet stars,Entangled, we have mourned in past memories.I am your child, and I am puny.You are my beloved, and I am in you. Sheets surround us,A rope is at our feet.A love has groped us,A love that set…
Modern Romanticism 