Depression
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Should the world end, with us not unified,We’ll have the ocean to cross, and then we’ll die.You have beauty that marvels the angels.Of cheeks that blossom the rosiest pink,And such beauty creates strengthIn my darkened heart. I will love with a powerful love,End all demons that torment you into woe,You have arms that claw at…
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Oh, lovely! I am rotten,With grief tangled in my hair.Beside your stilled corpse,Where I stare,Is a seat to place myself. I have been wearyAnd torn.Broken and born, with a seeming frailness,“Emptiness” is my nameWritten backwards. I loved with a stain on my heart.And it was you,Who pressed that markAgainst its warm and hot surface.Why am…
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The trembling that thou exposes,In flesh that remains not calm,An empire of rubble lays at your feet,A certain sickness dwells in your heart. You have found beauty in places of loathing,You have wept before mirrors that showed oceans,You have laid brick where the rich dwell,You have made flame upon lands not scorched. And eyes once…
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I cry often,When I think of thy prettiness.The emptiness of my facade,When tears fall in short streams,To be caught at the chinThat is where I swallow my words. I choke back the emotions,The loss to which I feel open.I weep for about a minute,And loosen my tears to the open.I see swallows and pigeons alike,Both…
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Tipped into thy divine mouth,Like Heaven draining through an hourglass,Of thy heavenly form, with no crudenessAt all, to the beauty of serpents. I am in love with a sin,To make love with the surge of emotion,To make love with a woman of my nightmare,Of all pain, and her studious gaze,Here is me, to count the…
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Q: To recite what you’ve said: you believe that Socialism is merely Nature’s guidance of the Sapient into death? A: Not only that, for I believe it to be the proof of God, and the proof of Darwin’s theory. Q: Would you explain? A: Darwin speaks of devolution, while a belief in God is a…
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Here, we breathe, disaster,With our voices, set on high,As death, surrounds us,And our might, has departed,To a stranded shore. I am in love, only with myself,A blessing, that has made, me wishful,A curse, that has made, me lonesome.What have I, turned upon,Where will I, turn upon,Next, when dining upon, a victim?Will I muse, and take…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
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Of stars, to stir through bleak dusk, Down rivers of a trailing tear, A woman raw in flesh, scent in musk, Subtle sigh in mournful fear. She would quell her beating chest, Lay a hand below her chin, As upon her face, a wash of white, To echo a tune in deathly rest, Strangled strings,…
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Death divides, my purpose,Love had made, it wine,Your lilies, when worn, on crown, so high,Drew to knew, the nectar, from, the sigh.As when God, bent his knee,Your loving God, had bent, his knee.And I gave a ring, to thy finger,So that thou, would accompany me. You are not devilish, on my barren lands,You, with your…
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Winter drained itself, upon my knees, In holding the cross, to your grave. I saw, with feeble stare, The stars, upon your eyes. They that saw, the infinity, in our love, And knew, it to be a lie. I would only fight, to see tomorrow, And now, I cradle death, in transparent arms. In a…
Modern Romanticism 