Poems
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Her eyes Cry aloud for the ebony skies. I wish to pull free her sadness, To turn stains into marks of glee In where she shall gently flee. I wrap arms around to pull her close, That I might soak in her bleeding skin. What a world That caves in To me in the solace…
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You are weeping something aloud For nothing That can draw in the crowd, For each of your children have departed. Drink those tears Let loose by your fears, I will come to make whole what has shattered Of you, beneath the blasphemous sun. Of your worship, You send splendor to my eyes. Even to my…
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You shelter Yourself, beneath your own rain. Your eyes have their own clouds, Burning waters to fall upon your face Marred from lucid terror. Beauty Has rained like fallen flesh, Like burning limbs Over your ashen, skeletal form. I am the man Who can hold your hand For a thousand more years Upon this land.…
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Leaves wash ashore In each blanketing curve, Tearing through Neptune’s might By what she represents, in sight. Her eyes, Two emeralds, engraved. Her lips, Two streaks of paint, gently laid. Her hair, The tallest grass, the closest reeds To curtsy to the passing rowboat. I am the lie, Gently of your kind, Swerving serpent of…
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Something as elegant As the everything of you, Lays there With the shore to melt blue over gray In the sadness of you. Warmth comes up Like a sunrise, Though the day ended Just a moment ago. There is so much to say To help you on my way Towards the altar. This ocean bathes…
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Sheets Desperate to bleed The same unity of purity. Her eyes Form the same blue as my skies. I needed only To grow anew A love I had nested in my heart Naked, and never wanting to start On the same journey. My fingers, They trembled in the loneliness. My grief Has new meaning to…
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She wilted For me to gather her up In the fields where lay her fallen dewdrops, Like her wings to shed a million feathers. She was crushed With the wind against her mountains, Her eyes against the storm. I drew beauty’s faith close, As it gave me a chance To raise love, anew. Her love…
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Your eyes Clad in red, Clad in the anger of my moments I was so doubtful To my destination. My direction Has always been to your arms. My breath Has always been to your lips. My heart Beats in rhythm to your own. You are in my eyes, My blood flows with your veins, The…
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Watch me As I gather your limbs In a roundabout Your aching form. You lay yourself back on the soil, Expecting it to take you Back to the hollow world Of your heart, without something to fill That nest, That void I could never avoid. I will be there. I will fix the flaws That…
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Touches and glances, Breathing fog on streetlights, Swaying hips in the absence of passersby On the walkway of shops and stands. You are there for the melt Of your kiss against my hollow self.
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There is no time to speak such words Of my love, for a thousand years. I want to kiss your eyes, Hold your cries, Swear the pain away To be removed by love. I want to wrap my arms around you, I want to hold everything of you. I want to kneel before you To…
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Blackened sheets, Wet by bad memories. Blackened pillows, Stained by her tears. She gave up on the dream In the cruelest fashion. Still, I caught a drop of passion Just as bright as the gleam Fighting its way Past her gaze to her lips. For she whispered a desire To me, buried beneath the mire,…
Modern Romanticism 