Depression
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Barren,Like our heart of hearts,With love as butter upon its red smoothness,Like the softest bread,And as beauty will raise itself, so will it, as well,Also fall.And as I see your eyes with their shimmering shape,I seem to not be allowed to peer furtherInto them,For they strike me as the daggers,Or the torch,Lifted to burn away…
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Had that pillow caressed your feeble headMore than ever my hand could?In such comfort that death could provideTo your ever-more feeble bodyWith its trembling motions, alike the quivering leaves during Autumn,I see your chest raise itself, to a peak,And fall down,You may be ill,Though, you are in comfort. And, I am jealous of death,“To have…
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“Where else would time take us?”Said the man, disavowed.The little child at his feet, wished it could see,For with blinded eyes, it only groped,And was seen no differentBy that man.Because, the child was poor. A woman full of buttons to her cloak,Garbed in elegant modesty,Swam in the hatred from a man’s disgrace.Her child, singing with…
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The distilled honeyFrom a thousand flowersThat blossomed nectar,To meet the sun,And shone there,High above,In the early noontide of this spring day. I came awayTo see thee,And soon set upon a pathIn a forest of green,Lost and unawareTo my motions,For they were as your own. Stumbling through these narrow pathwaysBeneath feet covered in stone,I groped for…
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Downed by displeasureTo a dying day.And then, downed by your hands,To roaring sheets,To see the evening in your eyes,And then, the sunset upon your lips.For you were the oneTo kiss the day to vanish away. My beauty, with hair so vivid in its angles,And with body stark in its curves,Alike those to the Earth,And when…
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I filled my eyes with the droplets of joyTo believe in you,During when I had believed in you,The delicate iris for my eye.With each petal I had then pluckedTo the greatest farewell,And the shortest goodbye. Your beauty was the sun,And the moon, combined.Resplendent, as a radiant star,And how I could hold you, when you were…
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The grace, had all laid among wastes,With the taste of blood upon our frozen tongues,For we could not speak when time was not friendly.Time was only between us,Creating a horrid barrier,A blockade, of sorts,Tragedy was our craving,As we both wavedTwo syllables from each our hands,The farewell, that drew us apart. Full of spite, we were,Among…
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You’d first lay me down,To the bloody sea,Where raises horns from deep below,A buried empire where fears surely show.Deny me enough,Little lady of a void,Your chamber holds only whispers,Kindness and mercyCombined.Am I enough for the treasures we’ll both share?Am I true to the blessings we’ll both wear? An eagerness, of sorts,Of grace, and faces nestled…
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Foiled by a pen,Wrote a word too embedded in love,Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,And marked my heart,Words that should raise,Though thwartMy heinous mind. Fairy of the night,With wings that shed flakes of snow,There is, for you, a palace you should know.It was for when we created peace,By a night dipped…
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I thirst for the momentWhen I can peel back the skin from my tongue,And see,Only what I could not reach forward forIn the dimming haze of this winter forest,But only what I had tasted,Being the rain of different droplets,From different places on this Earth. Death and denial,Have an eternal place,A marriage in Hell,A hand waving…
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My face and mind,As my eyes stare so blind,I believed in a love who did not awakeTo see,Me, in terrible suffering.Famous, though mild,Crude, though wild,She was the stench of filth,And terrible bliss. My own beauty,Where did it vanish?Where did it leave to,In this winter of duress?Among all the pain,There is hardly any shame,To weather my…
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The worst has passedWith the snow to a bleak yesterday.And I see her tresses rain from a frail head,To that path behind me,To a path, where I see,All my cruelest enemies,Little voices of laughter, from spiteful children,People who beg, and people who spit,People who destroy what worlds they ever had. Why would they want this?…
Modern Romanticism 