Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “A Serpent’s Marriage” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019

All of my pain
Goes into this kill,
This one kiss upon the terrible form
That sought me to be still
That sought me out,
To be heavy with the weight of loss,
For you were there,
Until you were not.

Your absence might appear kind,
It is unlike the place I will find
Yourself, among the dust of a ruined city.
Might it be one that you collapsed,
Might it be one where we embraced,
Might it be one where we entrusted,
Fate, to see us laced,
In the twine of love.

And I will come with a dagger weighing
In the hand of a man’s temperament,
In the hand of authority.

There is nothing to die for,
And nothing to live for,
For such, I will drag you back to see

The real terror.


Poem – “Her Mournful Attitude” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019

The breeze between each lash,
Above thy gentle eyes,
Moves to and fro, above those glistening tears.
Oh, how beautiful it all reveals itself,
Alike the vulnerability above your chin,
Where waters dribble from your nose.
The love we’ve expected to see,
And survive within,
Has collapsed entirely,
Upon our decaying forms.

We are like two crosses without the Saints,
Alike two spaces of only the emptiness.
Alike the faces defaced from a Buddha,
Alike the children of motherly abandon.

We cannot console the bereaved,
When we are one.
We cannot rent apart our fears,
When we have swallowed them.
We are but two droplets of bitterness,
Upon toxic roses, as November dew.

I feel the fire upon you,
You, with your mournful attitude.