Poem
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As I once dived into beauty’s gaze, As I once collapsed in my surrender to her, As I once believed her eyes to never break, And shower me with her tears, As the ground trembled from her thunder. As I once loved the stars for their shine, As I once stayed in the grace of…
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Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and adorned quilts, As decor falls from her legs, Of lace…
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Drink up, our sweet gazes Staring into that of another. We only speak words made for the glass Of ivory in the highest clouds And the lowest graves. Hold out your hand. I’ll give you the world, Though will you hurl it away? What is your face following? Where is your heart wandering? Our love…
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Leave what feels wrongest To the plains behind our feet. We wield trumpets to call our marriage Out from beneath our hands. What we wield is an apology To those who only suffered Under the rocks of a million lakes, Filled with their worry and tears. We fold breaths Like blankets, about our arms. We…
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There are days to sayThat the world can go away,Leaving us from its dismay.We twist stems from the shortest tulipsAdorning the cotton fields.We twist ourselves, the stemsAnd bury ourselves in arms. Close as the world is awayFrom us, in its utter dismay.I am the blood, craving a coldness,While you are the Hell craving a true…
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When all colors have left a heart That filled with the petals Of a different world, It is her, I see With a painted stare upon pained hands That hug her barren shoulders. I have attempted To lick away tears, so shallow as a substance Beside a dried lake. I sat at the edge, counting…
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Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As you had winter for blankets,And I removed themFor the summer…
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The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give to me, as something to hold in one arm,Has become…
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My heart fills with the solitudeOf a thousand-and-one waking nightmares,Up from the deep blue,Where each horror had slept in deepest rest.With the sun burning high above,Not nearly enough,To wear down my discarded loveThat does not dry on the soft sands. Love is a failure, upon my weary shoulders,For my death is near.I can hear them…
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Bled upon the leavesWas my sorrows.I held tears on the edges of my fingers,And swept them into rivers cold as ice.Love held a bitter burnUpon my tongue,As a feeble memory lingersIn my trembling heart. Love cannot be this miserableTo have undone.For why is itThat I have to begin at square one? Like two meadows apart,She…
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Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet with the contentsOf her bleeding spirit.My beating heartResonates not with…
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Your beauty marked milesUpon those lonely stretches,Where I said to myself,“Is she not the realest oneIn my mind?” A face full of white,May be now full of the sameHue of death. I grow sickUpon the music I hear,Played from records too near to tears. I hear,What was once a voice.Never shallow,Never sworn so solelyTo dive,Directly…
Modern Romanticism 