Poem
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She kicks her legs Free, to the passing wind. She motions kisses to my direction, Commanding new gusts to be let loose From an opened mouth, for hurled sighs. I have brought myself to this place To view her eyes, for how they sparkle, To view her skin, for how it glows, To replace my…
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Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won’t ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won’t be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you’ve stayed in the bleak,…
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Don’t startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world’s ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut…
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For the parted wilderness Under your eyes, in the denseness of gray, We’ll come together to play Bleeding upon the gardens beneath our feet, Like children without cause, With laughter without pause. I am in your temple, Here to view you naked, Like a stone had found some undertaking By a different artisan, Besides the…
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Eulogies are the sympathies Of a thousand-word cycle To the mad imagery of life. Your beauty is as believable as the small token To your misery. You have silver drawn around your eyes Like the open curtain that floods the room, with the moon’s rays. You are as lonely As the eulogy spoken by the…
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Oh, love, When wider arms stretch Horizontal, for the moon To come like child in a mother’s hundred tears, She has wasted years on an empty shell Whose eyes see only the night For all its gravity It pulls into me. I seem to lift tears to me, As I seem to watch my destinies…
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Tell me your hour When to meet, by a frozen stream, That I may lick the tears That have become as often as the night Is to you, beyond the realization of the sun That could warm you, Beyond the you That does not want to smile. I love Without sickness to my words, For…
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I seem to have a glimpse To what cannot be missed Of her, by the ashes Of one previous decaying world Her fingers have brought upon To cease splendor, into hollowness. Like the moon with its craters, Like the sun with its core, Where coldness descends into burning lust, As life leaves its place, to…
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Close your fatal wings around me, Once more. Close your bladed arms around me, Once more, For I know you will do so To demand forgiveness. My face is kissed With lips soaked in venom. My childlike face is the maturity of a turnip, Still a seed. Her eyes see the next pain to deal…
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Do not treat The shame with scorn. I have only thought to love With eyes upon the sun, that is your heart, While my mind, the universe, is broken. Love me, as you would love a shell. Just a man of the latter, as I was once a former. Just a man of the now,…
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A far cry From wanting Hell beneath your hands As you struggle to crawl, As I struggle to seal The cracks in the walls Of Heaven. Your portrait is for His kingdom, Your body is for His domain. I have sheltered the moon, for you to see the sun. I have sheltered the darkness, for…
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Here is a place for you, Set down on fields, that through Your pointless wandering, All breaks down, sundering. Fire that sweeps From your shouldering gaze, Autumn that creeps Towards your Hellish, false haze. I am, what can be called Music, for what is walled. You have trapped yourself in your own glance, Broken and…
Modern Romanticism 