Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “Cling upon Me” – Romance

August 12, 2019

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 mine
Or 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 tumbling
Upon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.
We are but deformed infants,
Birthed without care.

When we scream, who will hear us?
When we strike, who will we hit?
When we bleed, who catches such drops?
When we feel, who feels us?

We are so much the crime, the fear for a world,
That turns inside out, to see itself.
We are the parasites for them,
As we care for them.

Oh, beauty.
You have oceans too deep for this world,
And eyes that would strangle its own veins.
Deny me all, so that I may see me maddened,
Make me quiver as you do,
So that I may break your fall.

Poem – “Desperate and Lonely” – Grief

July 14, 2019

As my arms extend outwards,
To reach for what I had lost,
There’s only the air,
And only a strand of hair,
To embrace,
I have touched the edge of a bed.

I have made my home a nest,
Of emptiness.
I have become one with
Loneliness and grief.
It is because of an agony,
One with so much melody,
Within her gruesome cries,
To my eyes.

And outwards, my arms grope,
For the burning rope,

Where she once hung,
As if executed,
Upon wooden gallows.
For the world to see, and to bury me,
Beneath a tide of grief.
Oh, love! Have you gone away from me?

The feeling of its infinity,
Mocks the place of my belonging.

There, too, is our destiny,
Where wishes surface in a pool of blood,
In a heart so burdened by memory.