Poems
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My pain Is naught. Your pain Is bought From the galleries where color is adorned At the Spaniard Puetra del Sol, Run as red on ivory As a blushing girl, roaming through destiny. You field the flowers, As their scents tempt you. Kiss their great numbers, That I cannot haunt you. I want to love,…
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How much love Can we kiss the roses with, Before our lips become grazed By the touch of thorns? I did love, I truly did. You played notes upon the golden harp To lure me through, passageways Towards the messenger Whose message was to remain silent To your waiting game. I fell through the clouds,…
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I still vapor, Leaking From your bleeding lungs, Though the fever Has left us on the road, Onward. Our hearts reverberate On hollow notes, While beauty is but the standing stem, Of the flower That has lost its petals. I want to kiss, though am ignorant of what I miss. Confusion, Takes place In the…
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Beneath the wilted roses, I seem a fragrance too many. Too often left upon my bones To drink of something else sweet. Your absence has buried my heart, Left me full of the dark. You loosened me, then dropped me Like the infant upon his neck. I felt the summer come too close, For winter…
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Love was so wild In you, When faces had for fragile forms, Quaking hearts, Bleeding arms, Broken souls, in the memories of our dear moments We did not ever weep, We did not need to sleep. Could you have left Your cross to the soil, Letting it grow something beyond the pain? You had died…
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Unbroken hurts, Faceless smiles, Hurried hands That part the skin to be closed, I am in madness. The pain I seek To create the sting Upon an already-disordered and used-up soul Has made me feebler, Born as the hungry Father of Cruelty. I feast Upon the beasts To grow stronger, than the claimed spirit I…
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Leave lakesBeneath eyes of boldest blue,Though to kiss me, will you do? Wrap yourself in wilted petals,Cover your dreams in tear-stainedSheets,Bold red, though now blackened by falling dropletsComing from the storm in your irises. Love has emptied youInto death’s own fervent memories,Leaving trails beneath your feet,For many more men to follow. Like the last,I merely…
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Your cheeks, in the summer rise Of longer moments, to speak in the maze Of gardens, with gazes longer than my fingers That have entrapped your ankles, like rope For the marvelous, golden flesh. Sing to me Wide verses, Boldest beauty who does not sleep, For you are the season with the brightest light. The…
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Wake me on the edges of her created lakes, Formed from streams, from raining eyes. Life drops loosely From the one without love, Without two irises raised, above To the universe, that crashes in her own. The lakes receive meteorites. Simple stains, remain On her harrowed bosom That beats so fiercely beneath the hovering moon.…
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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…
Modern Romanticism 