Man
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Dashed with red lines,Above your feeble lips,Redness has clashed against the almightyOf porcelain chin and nectar saliva.It is the sort that drains,From a serpent tongue. You obeyed a man,With whom you sought after denial,To whom you’ve danced a longing night,Many of them, with which you saw betterment,If for but a while.Am I cherished in your…
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Plentiful scares,From thy keenly attitude,Set me into eruption,Because, in contrast to a face,One that resembles a magnificent angel,A bird, with one color for its entirety,There is, to your person,The attitude, one akin to a pirate?One akin to a lumberjack?I mark it in place, when I laugh. It boils, and broils,It falters the moon and sears…
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“Where loss encourages the will for survival, a human will each believe that there is more to do, more to gain, and more for the stride. Such is how life functions, in contrast to the forced contentment from death. Or, in love? How does love also evoke the stillness of gratitude?” She is the waltzer…
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Upon and above nearest curves,To a lane fixated by the smallest of signs,There I see my fate so transfixed,Upon my cruelest endeavor. To take away all that is shown,Under the rails,And in the bowels of that beast,That beast who shows himself,To lack a soul,To lack a spirit,To lack the beauty that may be within reach,So…
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I follow your sight,From where you’ve shielded a pair of eyes.A breathy note,Has now encapsulated you,Has made you small,Has made you wanting. I am but the smallest farewell,To an eternity of blue,A dismal song kept farawayTo the oldness of a yesterday.A beautiful memoryThat is doused in searing pain. How your hair has grown!Young one, how…
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“The definition of trust is to never exploit Man’s guilt for his actions, for his doings; because, Man has DONE, over Woman who remarks guilt over what she has NOT DONE.”
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Death has eyes like two heated lanterns,And I am forced to learn survival.A promise I had formed,From hands that were once bleeding,And strength now raises me for a keeping.To make beauty my own from flesh that continues to writhe,From a woman I adore, and will never allow to scream.Any and all who threaten harm, I…
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Take from me,These shores of accumulated pain.Drink from me,The blood that spills like fragrant wine.I have enveloped myself,In its entire grace,And have found myself depressed,I have found myself miserable,Dwelling in the deepest blue.I am still so thirsty. For a drink of love,And not a drink of pain,From the opened bottle, should smell of sweetness,Not of…
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I raise this curtain to show a face,Streaming with the tears of fear.Kiss me, beautiful one, before the noose wraps itself,About my idle neck. I have loved an angel,And gave until I was emptiness,I will remain as emptiness,To focus on your delicate face,And how the world could crushAll the beauty away from my reach. Love…
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To Man, his submission is to be pulled down from clouds. Why say it is a societal teaching to never see Man weep? It is not so, for his emotions, when released, are divided between sadness and anger. For the former, his emotions are those ambitions, with his mind raised in the clouds, until when…
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There is nothing so gentle,As the woman claiming to beThe certainty for herself.I offer condolence,And she falls on her handsAnd knees, to kiss the toes,Of a man who has allowed her to escapeFrom a pain, from a fate that was callingHer, to come away.From her eyes, rained many tears. Only a ruined soul, to this…
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Dragged at my feet,Is the unforgiving rope.Binding me, and blinding me,Because I cannot stand,And so I need aid,To be able to see,All that I have corrupted for me,Beyond the grief from the sea. You would deny me all?Reach into me, to see sweetness,And then know bitterness?I have a heart that has stopped,I reach my hands…
Modern Romanticism 