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Modern Romanticism

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

Poem – “A Serpent’s Marriage” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019
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All of my pain
Goes into this kill,
This one kiss upon the terrible form
That sought me to be still
That sought me out,
To be heavy with the weight of loss,
For you were there,
Until you were not.

Your absence might appear kind,
It is unlike the place I will find
Yourself, among the dust of a ruined city.
Might it be one that you collapsed,
Might it be one where we embraced,
Might it be one where we entrusted,
Fate, to see us laced,
In the twine of love.

And I will come with a dagger weighing
In the hand of a man’s temperament,
In the hand of authority.

There is nothing to die for,
And nothing to live for,
For such, I will drag you back to see

The real terror.

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Poem – “Withered Rose, or Brazen Kiss” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019
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Fall upon me with the world apart,
And I will offer you a word,
To see you married, to see you gladly
Dressed in the adornments befitting
Elegance of all its domain.

People do not know, the pleasures we make
Of each other.
People will not know, the symptoms we create,
That race forever.
They will not ever see the subtlety of love.

They are too much like rats,
Scurrying towards a trap,
Towards a fate,
Towards hate.
They need chaos, and we need an empire,
In our hearts, in our glistening hearts,
Where we may find that Hell will hear our commands.

Come upon me,
Or what will you do?
What else to do,
Besides drink up our own version
Of madness?

Poem – “Love is a Blanket of Eternity” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019
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Love is a shell,
When it is not covered,
By something that will nestle it
In moments as sweet as beading faces
Of a woman, hot in exercise.

Cities as old as time,
All bow before the might of love,
When it is that blanket of eternity.
A kiss, one heated kiss,
Upon a mouth, sends through shivers.

A blanket, for it is a quilt,
Made of silk, the softest silk,
From a spider that knows not to lie,
Whose web would be a single string,
From a woman who knows not to cry.

Love is a blanket of eternity,
And I have covered a grave with it.

This bed of soil,
Is only a bed of flowers.

Poem – “Why do I feel Pain?” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019
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Why do I feel pain,
When I am meant to feel love,
When I am meant to feel strong?
It is like the sun in my chest,
Creating my weakness,
Creating my heart,
Creating the start,
To a long road, ahead.

Why don’t I feel strong,
And all I feel is pain?
It is a weakness, a sickness, a knowing
To know what isn’t meant to be known,
A longing to know,
What is never meant to be known.
A fear in the future,
So unlike reality.
And beauty stares at me with a cross upon her heart,
I share an arrow to rip through it.

Love is hot, and cold,
It is the mixture of expectation,
And the unexpected.
The coincidental and the ironic,
Put together,
In heartstrings like tendrils
Of embedded flame.
I am annoyed with myself.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “Upon the Day you Arrive” – Romance – 11/6/2019

November 6, 2019
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Upon the day when you arrive,
Adorned in something fragrant,
Dressed in something treasured,
It could be only love between, the threads of a garment,
The threads of a worn heart, of a torn heart,
That I’ve promised to mend,
So much alike the garments, I’d do away with,
So much alike the pain, I’d do away with.

Upon the day when you will climb
The reaches of our love,
I will be there to support
Your golden legs and the very home of heart
We’ve sworn to protect,
We’ve sworn to defend,
Beloved, allow my kisses to be swallowed whole,
Among all the beauty that’d never cease to be.

Face me, and I’ll treasure you,
Upon when you complete your climb.
Know that I’ve kept you strong,
As you’ve done the same.
I’ve nested a single seed,
In a small heart,
Where so much hurt has taken place,
And I will raise you, to even newer heights.

Upon the day when you arrive,
I’ll always be the man to see you survive.

Poem – “A Streak upon Her Cheek” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019
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Fall down to ask,
What will come to be,
And lay down to bask,
In the warm waters of fallen tears,
Hurled from Heaven, laid in untold truths.
You have sympathies growing large,
And held memories upon a swollen shoulder.
My eyes do see,
What is meant to be,
A beautiful memory.
One beautiful memory kept ahead,
So pleasantly.

I light the way for us to see,
While chimes play in our hearts.
As the wind circles around,
And seems to embrace a waist,
Curled against mine, forcing it against,
A hand that always leveled you,
A hand that always molded you.

My place among the stars,
Is yet among the darkness.
Swallowing each individual tear
That drains from your streaked cheeks.

One to hold, and another to drink,
Like a fountain without limit,
To emotion, to the notion,
Of a love I had wished well,
To go on,
Although,
It had moved on.

One note sent to the grave,
And another born upon a wave,
That crested, before it nested,
In the isolation of those I saved.

Poem – “Draped Lids over Blue Skies” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019
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Death has made you majesty,
While I weep aloud melodies.
I once saw the weeping sky, and now,
I weep strewn tears to your closed lids.
I once brought my hand out an open window

To feel the droplets,
And now,

That sky has closed, along with yours.
A sky has been buried, and shut,
Your eyes, and above.

There is dew along the petals,
Droplets of rain, from a nighttime’s shower,

Yet, though they were Springtime showers,
Of those I could eagerly call myself,
To feel,
And now,
They are the droplets of a cold November.
Skies as bleak as the evening this occurred,
When you puled, not alike yourself,
Though, wept alike me, alike the droplets of November.

My beauty, with your icy form.
Please become warm, wherever you are embraced.

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