Poem
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Start starvingYour eyes to the fallen tears.Start believingIn God’s realm,Infinite as the universe is dark.Start dreamingThat joy shall come up, to sweep usTo the next eternity,Away from life’s short one. Start blackeningYour limbs, against the smelter.Start whiteningYour face to be forgedAnew, of something better thanThe miseriesWe’ve too much plunged for. I love you, as a
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How many tearsCan fit the frame?Using my ink for the note,Using my pain for the portrait.Desires maddened and longed forUnder the disused mattress, where I lay,Beneath the bed, where I stay. I stayTo hold your handIn the smallest goodnightsFaint, through a whisper.I swear, I escaped a tunnelOf your stare,Though the memoryAmong all its searing flashbacksRemains
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Recite words,Create verbs,Renounce your pleasantriesOf too many yesterdays.Make your moment specialWith the pain I will bring.Thorns in your hairOf a savior, unaware. Make your moment a musical dance,Free, with ebony sculptures,Motionless feet,Rendering deceitUpon bloody puddlesWhere reflections show conceit,Desires abound.You’ll see what can come to be. Love is a twitchOf your fingers in this Hell.Love lullabiesYour
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All tears come shatteringTo the pale mirror,Showing a dire reflectionOf something caught aflame.Was it between your legs,Or in your mouth?Was he ever in your arms,Or caught in your hair? Your beautyIs rain.A showerOf small fragments.You have become dividedUnder the notesUpon a piano, reciting the hymn,The requiem of torment. You have shattered the strings,Hanging by a
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Worry your bitter tearsAway from this winter,As Spring shows its green head,To my eyes, in red petals,To your eyes, in thorns. You run your hand along the stem,Sharpening your sadnessWhen your palm goes to meet your gazeStaring with such futile remorse.You bleed this winter through. The biting pain,The graven cold,The silencing shame,The somber moldOf your
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Always,AlwaysOne moment to the next,Of one discontent to anotherBringing back such crueltyWe had designed for the past,Not for our steps, ahead. We seem to be,Seem to beDrunks, for sadness.Life grows cruelty,HardshipUpon the sharpest thorns,Upon the makeshift births. Nothing is natural,Ever naturalAbout this viewWe have not made,Though the world conjures upAs the wavesFor us to swim.
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Wipe your eyes cleanNot belonging to the presence of pain.You are a sorry sightWith stillness to each shallow breathThat comes upA throat as hollow as a whisperYou make, as you shudderUpon the fright of your night. Let your eyes raise upBlue iris for blue sky.The windswept tears need to make itAway from thee, and over
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My love, never dissolved,My pain, never absolved.It drives me onIn this stormy seaOn a vessel of tomorrowWhere I drown the fishes that rise up,Upon the land. As the waters catch the sun’s mournful rays,Nothing evaporatesIn the tide.Nothing upon my hands,By the red that covers the sandsMakes movement to recede to the air.I am, in my
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Move you,Soothe youTo the coming stormsWhere we shall frolic,Instead of whimper. We are made for might,Not for fright.Your bed of fleshIs my pillow.My arms shall be your havenOf protection. Guide you,Survive youTo the weakness of a moment.You hold garments on silken white skinNeeding not to remain. I lift what has been clouded by fog.I dream
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Sunder all with eyes of sadness,As your cup is drunk from, to its bottom.I love your loose eyes,Draining what tears you have left, for hope.I love your parted lips,Motioning whispers of escaping pasts. Gallop your horses,Make them walk.Make yourself the woman with a nested crownAbove your temples, above your head.You caress all your life with
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Bloody offspring Of mine, on the lakes Of debris, Call your nightmare Your chapter, Onwards to conclusion. Let your roar be for the moon’s own tears, Escaping your dreams, running from fears. Force sympathy apart, Wrench the compassion from stones, For you have licked ivory. You see the towers, You see the lighthouse, You see
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As I crowned you plentyWith smiles owing up to Heaven,Your arms that now embrace the lifeless voyageTo an eternity in peace,You still part a mouth for a silent kiss. In your barren glance,I see a painted reflectionOf me, in a mind that grows deep,Reaches highUnto the sunset and sky. I crown you with a wreath
Modern Romanticism 