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FinalWaking of a near moment,Disguised by flowers that sleep,Of petals that weep.Leaked,Fallen of droplets to the given rainThat buries a stem,Though raises the stigma,Raises the face. You leanedTo take blessing from curse,Washed your handsIn the flying nectar.You fed yourself the escape,To make of your wakeThe joys that curl themselves,Fallen into ivory,Bleeding into glory. Rain is…
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Simple woman,With dreams to bareIn quilts, unsharedTo the men who stood to stareUpon you, in the droplets,The fairFace of forgetfulnes. Hold the rose tighterIn the arms, to leave your wordsWritten in surest might,Discarded upon the thorns,Creating your pullTo where Hell feeds you the horns.To make you matter in the sin,To sting your cheeks with the…
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BeautifulRose-red cheeks,With remnantsTo which she seeks,Outside of eyes, so wideWith the vision of somethingThat never leftUpon the ocean, so vast,Carrying her tears,As not a bath of itselfTo wash her fears. Love reveals youSomething to give a noteMore than the sympathies upon your heart.Here is no more than a symphonyTo confuse the feelings you cartFrom destination…
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Love,Count these stars.For theyRemind you of the manyTraces of an element,To earth, with its close faces,Broken into sand,Awakening on the shoresOf eternal forgiveness. I am hereTo hold your handThat gives way to glass,That shattersFrom whereYou held the ocean, far apartWith the moon to give you tears,With trust, in togetherness. You areFallen upon a sword,Dreaming of…
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Something wellsUp from the longest stream of pain,The blackest shoreOf the tormenting void. SomethingSo slender, that I forgotOf youThat does not restSo plentifullyIn this wearied mind. Your face,A notion of something slowTo bury itself,Stings me with clarity for a loss. The eyes,Those hollow cries,Those other facesThat never depart, so readily. You screamOf the land’s defeat,A…
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Pulled againstThe great oceanOf your sighing mouth,Gathering fragmentsOf your broken heartTogether, for the nextMoment, in our empty space. We love to hope,Leaning against the other,Against the barren slopePulling sidewaysThe tears that once shieldedOur vacant and lucid eyes. For we love with open gravityTo stay ourselvesUpon the earth, with its clarity. We dream in the iron,The…
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Hold downTeardrops from statuesMeltedOf hearts left to the rain,For dreams merged with the painOf times so soft in the hard handsThat toiled about in the soilFor the rocks that would stopThe train of sicknessTo the other, so frail. Your firm, recollected fleshIn the handsThat never twitch,Blossoming for meA beginning to seeOf roses, in a garden…
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Does she belongWhere the world cries the longestVowels, for her contemplation?She diesIn a long sentence,Able to bleedBy a frozen shoreline,Broken and disbelievedOf the sickness, in mind. Mute,And unable to fathomWishful thinkingFrom the crimson disbelief.A mind closed by two walls,With the othersEmbraced by a silenced heart,With a drumbeat that mimicksWhat could have been. PleasureAnd painDrives storms…
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When writing wordsIn such demise,I notice the sadnessIn their crying eyes. Faces even by the momentOf sacred, heavenly departureOf the adornedIn their great web of secrets,Fashioned over by attireBlack upon the bleakest hearts. Someone will noticeThe sadness, I give away,On my own,Using tears for the inkIn the great decoration of wordsOver blankness, for the immaculate.…
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Hold, now,What lasts upon its little pathwayBeneath the bleeding auraOf the faintest sun.For a candle has been litTo see the signalThat life shall move with the heavinessOf distant, dark shadows. Your hand in mine,A hope to findIn the meadows of our forgotten Heaven,Where we can takeTo the light, when losing our way.The faces that displayThemselves,…
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DominantTo beThe gatewayTo cover herself with the flakesOf coldness,Whitening cheeksWith heavy frost.Still to be, great with beautyFor all things I love of she. With dying might,Of beaming frightShe sends sounds to my direction,As sicknessIs now my alteration.A winter in her eyes,As autumn is in mine.Frost shall comeTo weigh the heavy heart of no one. Old…
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I hold the oarsIn hands, to meet the trailBack to the valleyWhere your arms are crossedIn the earth, beneath my feet.For I sail a traceUpon this death-space,Where vows are won,Though deeds were done. One final lingering momentTo the penance, to the raptureOf moments stolenFrom your feeble youthTongue-tied to be brazenAs the ocean is frozen,Crumbling in…
Modern Romanticism 