#poet
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Unending tearsBy dreams, next to a winter beach,Finding fameWhere I could not nameCruel eyes from the simple cries. I claim the great sadnessPoured freeAs any storm,As my mind was dug upTo drift upon the darkest cloud. I see smog where should be fogFrom the loneliest vesselTo plume the black,Of veins where stupor segregatesThe red from…
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Here is where I swallowThe waters of the sea.Teardrops falter, in the gallopOf horses, too painedTo move. Here is where sadness breaksFrom a tidal wave to the shoreline,Cresting a peakOf my eternal love, to be sunkenBefore reachingThe ever-discolored grains of sand. One droplet, of much moreTo wait for,Among bluest hearts, to purple skies,Of windswept tides,…
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No matter the cloudsOverprotecting my crumpled heartWith beats that enter the sea,Poured from my chalice of tears,Here I remainTo hurl my arms aroundThe closest you. Faces still life,As life stills faces,Of waters to masks so gentle,Among terrors that captivate the false.I am here to begFor some tinge of simplicityThat can purge the me from myself.…
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Heartfelt,Dearest agonyYou’ve clung to,Of brambles and thicket,To thorns for their burialIn yourPorcelain flesh. I wipe an eyeFree from a tear,Stretching a new soundTo where you might hearLove erasing a mileTo your labor. I offer upDreams, for your drinking.If lift youTo new radiance,Before a milk-white sun,And the golden moon. See things as they’ve never been,With your…
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Your callLike few birds atop the bundleOf rosemary.Blush to divine cheeks,Bliss to lips of splendor,Adorned in what reddens the skyBy a dress,Wrapping your thin figureIn strands that weave the night. I give gravityTo your fall,Allowing sentenceTo my arms,Long with the moonOf its discolored rays,Dropping its singular eyeUpon you,With rows of ashen kisses. Dress yourself,Deep divinity,In…
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Love,Cherish your role,For I have actedAs both your pastAnd your future.Kissing your soulAs two fallen raindropsFrom decadent eyes,Bleeding open the eternityOf your pain. You sigh,As you give backThe architecture of your ruin.My love,Treat yourself with the graceOf newly-created tower-topsWhere such feetOf yours, may standTo the frozen wastelandMy tainted hands have crafted. See yourself beyond my…
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Where I feel,When I feelFrom somewhere deep,From a place, fast asleep.I do not diveTo know from where it quakes,To merely surviveAt the toll of what history makes. Within words, so transparent,Though, sometimes untrue,I look to the darkFaces, that surround me.I realize their wisdomIs so unseen. I look to love,Comprehending its fill of a gap,Enough words…
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Falter,Oh, heart of mine,The play has quickened itselfAround the dancing choirOf notes that chime,Whistle,And bellow. I am in what cannot be overturned,Songster to my love,A ringing to my ears,Of no temptation to invasive fears. My world holds a sound,Of heartstrings knit together,Unable and incapableTo become unbound. Love is a challengeTo the encompassed soul.Of arms swung…
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How I yearn,Placing fountain before youth,Holding her crossedIn my endangered heart.I had lovedWith only a moment to allowMy knees to bendAt the sight of her beauty. The worthiest of vowsFrom my soiled mind.A battered heartBecomes alive,For a quickened second,Relieving the past,Drowning the moment,Revealing the future. My eyesBleed all the world’s tearsUpon my hands.I stream the…
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PainIn the skyFalls with the eveningOver my eyes.I will never fill this cupWith the bittersweetRemains of another day.Your eyes,Still the rainbow to find the goldAt the pile of fragmentsTo your heart. Your heart still quakesThe echoesAcross this dying earth.I wantWhat leads onMyself, to the ruinWhere your sadness behavesMost rationally.You speak of the real,As I utter…
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Open wideThe winter that disclosesThe paradiseKept to the enclosedArms, for what you nurtureLeft to the eyesOf your own. Your beauty diesUpon mimicryOf ever-falling leaves in a seasonSo soon to leave,Dropping bloodied bladesTo the fleshOf cold earth. Drink this chaliceHeld of your tears,Thin-beautyAnd countless fears. Feast your mindNot upon your heart,For a second in time,That tears…
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NoneOf these tearsWere cried too earlyFrom hollow hands,For I run these stained fingersOver your heavenly curves,Bleeding with you,For every word has been true. Pain is the symphonyTo carry youPast these ruins,Beyond these discarded heartsWe cannot gatherFor the empty one,Fading our lives in the rain,Leaving trust to the grain. Every word is a symptomTo this very…
Modern Romanticism 