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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 withLoneliness and grief.It is because of an agony,One with so much melody,Within her gruesome cries,To my eyes.…
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Famous and beaming with red,Lovely until you fall dead,With the stead of undying love.Romance has quaked our realm,While nectar falls from your breasts,Live in me, oh, beauty from the North. Give yourself to me,My final companion.We shall live and die with the union.We shall make poetry from our voices.Our marriage will bloom for many morrows,And…
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Save me, graces,The bleeding wound,In me,Has long thought of to be free.Your idleness matchesMy failure. And to the ship,Where there are sailors,They mask themselves in the breezes. Fate awaits me,Her dying body is a shelter,One that throws love overboard.Underneath my feet,There are many serpents.There are many insects I have crushed. There is a face,One so…
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We were made to adore,The liveliness of life,The sweetness of a kiss,Upon the North, above your head, on the lidsTo your fabulous eyes;It has divided my territory. I had once conquered all,I believed I was once God,The wielder of life.Simplicity is only made through smallness,And the sameness of what I recognize.When I kiss thee, all…
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As you stand when I layAnd die over me.Tresses so bleak and heavy,As the newborn moon,As tears rain from a face,To see my face barren and white. As white as death,As crude as this soil.I am wrapped in a box,For your weeping. I was in pain,And now, I see your pain.Tears fall like the universe,Should…
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Love has left me,By the sight of thee,And how beauty has made itself null.Voided by disease and tranquil miseryFor I cannot tell the difference,As all I feel is this stone: – Indeed, a stone I hold in my left hand,Has shriveled to the size of my heart,It is my heart, turned to coal,Is coal a…
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Your shielding hands do not wash tears, But merely keep your face hidden from the crudeness, Of my blatancy. Of balance and form, of folded wings that burn.
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Your tears know deeply, my futility,My shameful passion that I exalt, so easily.You have beauty running over youAs years of worn flesh. You have eyes that run nakedThe tears of a yesteryear. Of a past so dormant as the lastTime you had poured a tear from a velvet eye.Of all times where denial roams,I am…
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The most beautiful of orchids,Has soon met her fate,By a dying rose,Upon her somber face. Her sorrow reaches to the Earth’s end,Away from my trembling hands.Disease and pestilence, are my only reward,For my fleeing from safety. Her number grew gradually,Among the rotten many.The many poor to which she brought herself,Low, for a kiss,Flooded London’s districts,…
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I feel for thee,My worn beauty.Your frail, and vivid form,Shows likeness to me. I find destiny, itching to see,The most heinous parts of us,Broken together, we are soon among death,Failing to remember, beneath bated breath.And your eyes!They revealed the most sickening heartache. You died, with your love entwined,Vast in the many folds, of your long…
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“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared…
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There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom, And a leech hung over thy weighted brow. It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly, And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
Modern Romanticism 