Misery
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I crawl and dwell,Where faces embrace my Hell.Where love is most potent,Is where my misery is frenzied. There are demons in this place,This wasteland of remembrance.This place so small,I wish it would grow tall. I am a husband to misery.It is because of how late the fallen eveningHas begun.Roses sprout along the sides of walkways.Am…
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Pain, I have endured,And pain, I never silenced.Pain has always been company,My neighbor, my friend. Pain has always flowed,Behind me,To show me,The sands of a thirsty shore. The disease called pain,Has been my cure,Has been my reminder,To who I am, the miserable one. Fate has always controlled me,Made me one with a sadness,Fate made me…
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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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As a man,The night speaks harder than day.As a woman,I might falter to see the mirror,For fear of seeing what asks to quicken;And I am in pain for it all. I feel tears,More than I allow them to run.I breathe pain,More than I feel it. I sing the song of sadness and heartache,Even more than…
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Between all stilled forms,Where tension summons up,The most felled-upon,Of sinners.There is you.There is you for the statuesThat seem to weep. They shield their eyes,Unlike you,Because you only stare,At their discarded and frozen bodies. You were loved,Like the tragedy, made to be,Made to be the most hellish curse,Of this newly-won marriage,And a conquered woman you’ve become,Like…
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I bathe myself in your splendor,And stoop myself under the light of your smile,I savor the breath that comes off as sweet,And drink deeply from all victims of mine. I am, and will always be, my own enemy.I am tremendous, in how I own myself,But I am a pitiful beast, with no mark.I place myself…
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I bring thee, a rose, made of silver,For it clashes, with thy complexion,That has formed itself, through silver tears,And such sorrow, that quakes, thy heavenly bosom. God knew, who to hire,So that the artisans, would sweep their knives,To carve, the most ebony-laced form,Imaginable, to my keenest eyes. Here has my sympathy, been withdrawn,Over to the…
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You walk in frailty’s shadow,Showing romance in each marvelous step.Dipping a foot into a milky row,Of evermore marvelous pain. What is this fear, in which I feelFor the first moment upon thy naked form?When you sing such soft notes,To recede back into the notes of a whimper,I am here to console,For that which I stole.…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
Modern Romanticism 