Misery
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Winter has me breathingThis cascading silver air,Across your delicate forehead,As you’ll recede with your eleganceBack to where you belong.A den of darkness,Is where you find comfort,And I do not belongIn such a realm. I am sick,Though, you seem to be healthy.You have cheeks that sparkle the radianceOf that health, of all youthDisplayed for me, once…
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For every punishment,For every sin,For every kiss,For every period of denial,We are the thorns without the rose,Just merely the pain, without the bliss.And without faith,We weren’t there with sincerity to each kiss. I am breath,I am bone,I am death,And I am stone.The rocks upon your shoreline,And the thumbscrews on your outline,You are pinned,And I am…
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How children stream their tears,Down their faces, reeking with the innocenceThat Nature has gifted them,And yet, the little romances between a boy and a girl,Are a lot like how we once were,Without tragedy to melt our dreams into a reality. Reality is the dark complexion,That you blew over romance and its element.You drew near to…
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Barren,Like our heart of hearts,With love as butter upon its red smoothness,Like the softest bread,And as beauty will raise itself, so will it, as well,Also fall.And as I see your eyes with their shimmering shape,I seem to not be allowed to peer furtherInto them,For they strike me as the daggers,Or the torch,Lifted to burn away…
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When Hell cannot be quelledOf its shaping design, to forge a fire in my mind,There are the eyes, I always followTo where they point,Upon my bosom, where a bruised heart, burns black.A little woman with her hair in tangles,And suffering as a stain upon only her skin,Because, she has tasted flame,The flame of deprivation, to…
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A mind made with shelves, adorned in the booksThat read the past with much awareness,And a heart that recedes with the tideOf a bloody sea.No fault could ever welcome itselfInto your open arms,For you possess a form,That outdoes even the sea with its many currents,And many curves,From cresting waves. I am in love with a…
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Downed by displeasureTo a dying day.And then, downed by your hands,To roaring sheets,To see the evening in your eyes,And then, the sunset upon your lips.For you were the oneTo kiss the day to vanish away. My beauty, with hair so vivid in its angles,And with body stark in its curves,Alike those to the Earth,And when…
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The grace, had all laid among wastes,With the taste of blood upon our frozen tongues,For we could not speak when time was not friendly.Time was only between us,Creating a horrid barrier,A blockade, of sorts,Tragedy was our craving,As we both wavedTwo syllables from each our hands,The farewell, that drew us apart. Full of spite, we were,Among…
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When I cannot love,When I cannot drownIn the arms of a one,Who took me aboveTo see what could not be undone. A woman,A face,Of splendor and beauty,Each small bit of fervency,Each frail part of tragedy,Is hers for the closingOf my heart.One streaming face,One anguished expression,Laced with the marks of a pair of hands,That had ripped…
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Love all, when I call,You, to the furthest cliffs,And say, that you will stay,To speak true words, of no dismay.People seem, and also scream,To force cues,To force signs,To places full of danger,Will you be the one, to fulfill,The only one, who has become still? Your beauty is where I mark unknowns,To a center I say…
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Your kind face sends a path for my awakening,I slept a breathless sleep.Beneath myself,Over myself.You have the world before yourself,And I have seen it, in my worst fears.You have a face, full of light,And I have two eyes, full of fright.What is worse, my lady in distress?The place I’ve made vacant next to you,Or the…
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My sweet, kiss my bitter lips.My love, how shall we dine on my guilt?My beauty, with everything sweet to see,My bitterness, is yet exquisite. Under moon and star,Under faces apart,In love and lust in fire,Far, we walk, under the endless fog,To find a memory that was once pleasant.Dream with me, dear woman. Your black hair…
Modern Romanticism 