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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…
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To the arranged bouquet, Gently emerging from the dirt, I will take myself to the taint, Gracing my lowered self to the hurt. Your beauty is a suffocation, An enclosed memory Of all that drinks in the scenery, Of a mind that lifts, to no defeated end. Blood is discovered, As the raindrops from the…
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He has done no goodUpon the day of your arrivalTo his wretched arms. Your sadness,Your criesShould remove the cloak of coldness. Release yourselfFrom his grasp.Tear yourself, from his clasp. Remember me,When the sun risesOver the shore’s sparkling currentBleeding in from beneath. Remember the wordsI have offered you,When death stalks,To make you insecure.
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You once grew currents,To be let free from despondent eyes.You once cried in aghast tantrums,Losing your sanity with each surmise.You once faded into memories of men,Who had treated you poorly. Poor thing,Welcome upThis new evening,For I have set a bird upon your shoulderThat chirps for the newest morn.You have felt somber, in the need to…
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I come with blank slates,To render your fires empty of passionThat you have lifted to Heaven.You pass onWith eyes that reach to the delicate wavesWhere there is no storm.Your arms reachTo the corpses trailing an avenue,While stench is left behindAt the ends of your fingers. You grow thorns for the making of flowers,Wrestling with the…
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Drop your roses,Drop your feet,Drop your eyesDown to where each thing falls.Drop those wallsThat have stood youJust a mite so tall Your prideIs the musing of a thousand moreGenerations to come.As I see it,As I comprehend it,It is weak as glass.Let yourself go, to where you may collide. Find yourself,Shine yourselfIn the sun’s warmthOf exercise,…
Modern Romanticism 