Creativity
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Why wait until it rains? What we can feel from each other In this hailstorm of pain, Is enough for the drink. Love seems to falter in the wind, Bringing its tears in the form of falling droplets, For there are clouds as gray as lead above your head, Though I’ll trust my love to
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There is not much to call home In your arms. Like a furnace, you’ve grown bright, And have burned all to ash Around you. Like a star, you’ve shone With the lantern about your neck Swinging by a rope. Like an angel, you’ve flown Over cities and seas, vast as the universe, But no one
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Alessio had retreated, departing from a beauty made for wandering eyes, and he is now questioning the moment. Beauty left a trail for him to follow, and he followed blindly. He followed, with eyes upon the back-end of her form, because he was unable to see anything for recognition’s sake. He dreamed of her that
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Lay down the padsThat seem to undo, the petals and their dew.Release wetness, from between pillars,And release sadness, from between veinsWhere velvet flesh consumes its own bread. Lay yourself downOn this bed made of milesOf stones.Sin is but a release to the passionBetween two, in excitement.We feelWhat should not be felt,And have felt,What now we
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Bleed the skies wide open To where I caught the token Of your heavenly face. It was but a tear, That did smear The shadow from your bleak and melancholy Expression In your gaze, While I am under the haze. Let tranquility be a part of me, Let the thunder strike so delicately The areas
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Let me enthrall The washed out areas at your feet, For they plead Ever-more than you did. Your gaze has caught a thorn in my eye. When I bend down to reach, A flood spills over. There is soil needing its space to be filled, There is a plot of land necessary for a grave
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How far is your heart buried Beneath the saddest moon With the widest frown? I stilled the eclipse in your broken mind. I threw all behind The dirt beneath your feet. I stayed the shame From eroding your fame. Your sweetness Is upon the rose to your lips. I bleed with honor, Even more than
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Is it a toxin, Or will it clean me, Perhaps erase me Of memories to a former one? The love that I drink Was once a place to stay In arms, to be held for an eternity. My eyes have shut themselves to the light, Because I am on a road with no end. Love
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Anoint me, Appoint me To see, where all has fallen Within your heart. Love has left you behind In the waves of life. Love wishes to wash leaves On the shores of your eyes For you to see What cannot leave, But only the decay can depart From your discarded heart. Pain me, Embed me
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Your fragrance Is a dying lullaby For me to swing In arms still as solid As the boughs above. Your face, Among each trace Of your smile Holds me, still In its clasp, In my loneliness, In my sadness. I would have loved for many a while, While you clung to the scenery Of fear.
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She sawWith open gaze, upon her clothes battered in the risingSun of a new morn,The night of her dressingUp to seeThe funeral of a man she welcomed to beHer husband, to be a widow. Love, she did.And weep, she did, too.With eyes full of wetness,And limbs full of the tremblingLike leaves in Autumn. It was
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My knees give way For me, to be Beneath you, and hold you this ring That represents All that I have sent Up to you, In the blue, in the daylight. Your lips whisper a kind serenity Down to me, For me to see, what will come to be For us. Love is everywhere. I
Modern Romanticism 