Men
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Familiarity is where we place our trust… usually. Though, should we choose to not trust the familiar person, then we will trust more-so the animal to bring us peace. The unfamiliar, being the animal with fur adorning its face, is something we cannot see for an actual expression. We can see, from humans, their faces…
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He wells tears, up to the terrain of his conscious mind.Aware of his pain, and those from others,Brought to greater showersOf those same tears,Upon the sight of others, deep in their gloom. He has saved, and has saved, againWith a mask that does not show his eyes.They are too deep in the tears,Too deep for…
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Why do I continue to resideOn this Hell, called an Earth, where tears wash my ankles?I thought to be in love with a dreamOf twilight and radiance.So much hurt has swept on-board and over-board.So much of the ocean has been drained from my heart. Within the bleakness of winter,Where the sky seems to have fallen…
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I once folded her memoryIn my arms,During the night.Her sight, so meant to be long goneWith the tide,With the currents that fall away from my eyes,As agony floats along. I once did thisWith feeling,With the same feeling,Of a million sleeping years. I had bled eternal blueFor as far as the sky stretched.To the horizon, where…
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How do I contrive these wordsTo say that I’ve surmounted past a thousand summersWith my dream?And then, only to fail, with her head atop my arms,And depression as the moon, as my heart. Like love to collapse, as it did,Like the sun to turn black,I hold only tears left for my consumption,And a million faded…
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What worldEver wielded, aside from the one stained in black?Longing is our token, to betterment,Away from the association of togetherness.Like love, mistaken for a parasite,Like loss, perceived to be foremostIn line. A coming mileIs not what we walk.It only holds us to reap a new darknessThat is the one behind. In arms, delicate and un-moving.We…
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As a man of certainty, I believe it best to discard irreparable things. Over the past two years, I have been taught by a certain someone to be loyal and dependent over matters, where the barrel of death stared at both of our faces. I have a mindset, now, that says for me to never…
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Like two bleeding suns,My palms were crushedUnder the weight of your heavy formThat dropped from the bleak monochrome.I saw what would have shocked me,Were I not already knowing it. Your form is inescapable,Like a palette to an artist,He wields it like a shield,While his eyes are the color that he perceivesWith every carefully aligned strokeOf…
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My love, my wine,I am drunk upon your eyes.Wind sweeps me aboard a vessel,And I am sailing on Bacchus’s temple,Where sweat pours as radiant as blood,When beneath the hovering sun. What wills me to land a kissBefore I land ashore? What wills me to never missThe great beauty I adore? I cannot treasure enoughThe saddest…
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What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond the waves and the endless morrows.We had sailedUnder choirs that…
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My hands wet with the dewThat has crossed my eyelids,And dropped with graceUpon the flesh of my palms,As I fell to my knees. I bleed wine, from my wrists,And bleed the sea, from my eyes.And, bitterness encompasses both. Late when the feeling comes to subside,Under the boughs and brambles of this winter season,I dip into…
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And what seat have I placed myselfWhen beside me, seats only a space?My Queen had bledA drop of melted snow into the soil,And its color was red. For a King with his vulnerable selfIs merely a man. I dreamed sweetness, of softnessBefore the morning arose,And when it died,I imagined the sun as your rising face,Delighted…
Modern Romanticism 