Depression
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When I cannot love,When I cannot drownIn the arms of a one,Who took me aboveTo see what could not be undone. A woman,A face,Of splendor and beauty,Each small bit of fervency,Each frail part of tragedy,Is hers for the closingOf my heart.One streaming face,One anguished expression,Laced with the marks of a pair of hands,That had ripped…
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My love,My beauty,My once-held power.Upon your hair, there are ornaments of ice,While there is pain upon my mind.There are great statues in the wildernessFor us both to see.Their splendor has been an easy achievement,To fill the void, of an artist,Of one forgotten creator. I once created, what has collapsed.What has been called “beautiful”,Is only now…
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His eyes are always weeping;His hands are always trembling;His mind is always fearful,Without her light,Without her warmth. “Love has fled,”Said the man, who bledTears, upon his knees, held closeTo his barren chest.A face of a withered personality. A man poisoned into dust,A man without the nerve to raiseHimself, from where he resides,Beneath a curtain,To keep…
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When the beloved takes her breath,When the beloved oversees deathAnd its wilted form,It is me, she’s placed her eyes upon,For one more caress on the roadTowards distant riversWhere tears fall at even greater length.And among the house of screams,A thousand-and-one of them,There is her gentle placement,Of one thin finger,Against my lips. I have been in…
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Too many damnable kisses,Brought thorns to make me bleed,And the face that holds a rose,Between two lips colored by cherry.A sweetness mingles over your form,And all I feel is the seduction. I dart with disarray against your eyes,Those that show glare against mine,Great beauty of feminine doom,Show me your way of a common demise,Rotted are…
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There are to those, whose face shines among,Upon ivory canvases.Though, yours that faces itself,Upon the stark white shape,Is there for my smears,My kisses.My foiled becoming,Is for you to breathe,As your lips remain idle.It is due to me,I have painted a scene,A sight of a face, so texture-less in textures. No life, I see, among this…
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Cling upon me,For your immediate comfort.You have wept with a shivering form,And eyes that obey all contention.A face that needs no bliss, as mineOr your own, for the coming deprivation. Disease me, your wounds of many fields.Kiss me, O woman of much gathered,Suffer not, when the world comes tumblingUpon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.We…
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When upon the time in a distant romance,When love once guarded her form,When a frame had guarded a painting,When my arms had guarded truth,I knew for once in my life,That my home is not this home;It is the space in her heart,And upon a face, where quivers an aching smile,I would die to know her,…
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My sweet, kiss my bitter lips.My love, how shall we dine on my guilt?My beauty, with everything sweet to see,My bitterness, is yet exquisite. Under moon and star,Under faces apart,In love and lust in fire,Far, we walk, under the endless fog,To find a memory that was once pleasant.Dream with me, dear woman. Your black hair…
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Beauty has marked my way,By dismembered flesh.This is a tale of remembrance,To one loss, that pined my heart.One that left me aching,One that left me wanting. Oh, father. When shall you return?Grief has left me with stainsOf the countless struggles beneath swaying grass,And petals that fall to my hands,Leave me to count the steps, if…
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Love, I’ll not ever lose this hold,Among your hair, there are scoops of debris,And among your cheeks, there are flowers agleam,While among your lips, there are words stilled and silent,As your chin was dipped in ashes,And beholds a pale hue for myself to see. Start weeping, and I will lose myself,Your form is rotted and…
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Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
Modern Romanticism 