Poetry
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All to grieve,Among all to believeThat love’s truest designHolds out allTo be mine,Upon the road where the windCarries both sigh and kiss. Upon the air, above the road,Carting on the blissThrough the stagnant storm,Singing onWithout being tornBy the stretch of decayBeneath these feet. Much has fallen,Much else has loweredIn its feverish collapseTo ruined petals,Rancid graveyards.…
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He tripsUpon the short line,Skips heartbeatsTrapped at the borderline,Holds a strawFor the familiar stingThat his chance to sow newnessWill never be brought,Shall not sing. A wilderness,One shining eclipse,A part of a moment to enterThe sun,When the moon is grown,When tears are shown.A part of a moment,Highlight upon the heart,Of love that sears. Small moment,First sighBreathing…
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God triumphedUpon the returnOf His fortune,Radiant in embellishment,Curious for His wayFor which He mayOpen her. Treasure of boundless extravagance,With little care in the tearOf folds, for the earth.God, whose sin was greatRevealed flesh,Too stagnant in weight.The He who leapt,The me who weptA rainstorm to decorate the liesWith the forty nights,Without sunrise. PersistenceOf savageryBled out for…
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Describe youIn simple ways,I cannot.EnamoredBy engrossing details – A shoreline curve to a hip,Pebbled beachTo make both eyes and breasts,Fingers, like candlesBurn garmentsTo the ashen floor. WatchfulOf subtle hints,Bared auras,Scenery to taste,Loins to wasteIn the grave intoxicationIn the entrance, of womanhood. Lifted sights,Disassembled breaths,A face that does not surrenderTo the lifetime of age. Hair that…
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White winterDrafted on a page, written backwardsTo this season’s beginning.Were we ever the fogAround our decaying eyes?SwelledIn the season’s pushWithout much to soften for,In the current light of day. A plea,Turned into the seaOf vast forgivenessNever believed,For its smile that enters as sunriseUpon the defeated horizonHolds enough for a heart to surmise,That for where we…
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You tell,You spell the cause of your woe,And I come crawlingTo ease,To please you, in pain’s dire flow.The simplicityTo bereaveWhen I wear a heartStitched on my sleeve. Calm this,And do not fuel this.These urges shall come undoneTo bleed you,To grieve youOn the wires of your heartHung from the highest cliff,Spilling downIts descent from the crown.…
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Holding nowWhat little remainsOf your porcelain mouth,Of what words I did contemplateUnder the barest moon,Lifting my featuresApart from doom,Healing a heartThat never died for you. The simplest beatOf an orb of redLeaves stainsOn the floor, where walksDecrepit feet,Bleeding toes,A horror upon the shouldersOf a man in his woe. The cold iron,The rushing crimson,With veins that…
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What were weUpon a timeWhen Heaven did open its gatesTo endless gustsOf our curiosity? We were sentenced to ruin,With fable, stain in heart,To the inkWith endless marksOn the empty page. This love that holds us nearWhites us out in holiest books.What disusedColors of ending tracingThat never did forfeit the blamingWe used to sample. White castles,Endless…
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What, when upon a mile,I can shoulder grief in the harried storm?Pulling petalsAs butterfly wings,Washing down the ocean’s sudsWith my own blood? My twin and I, apart,As Heaven seems so dark,Holy Hell with I,Feeble, yet aliveWith symptoms of sadness in the hair,Without joy in each of everywhere. Her eyes, the deepest glimpseOf everything else I…
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Call yourself downBeautiful woman with blessed crown,And bleed your pain, elsewhere.Do not shed a tearLest to heighten our fear.With bleeding palms,We crawl,We hang ourselvesFrom the colors of our salvation. With your featuresDecked in ivory cascades,The future can mourn itself, as darkWaves begin to find usOn the ocean of gray beginnings.My love,Run to your nowhere,For I…
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Soft glint in the woodened reflectionBeside where a mirror collects the nerves,An awakening to a cruel resurrectionOf lifted pain, to the shuddering sigh,With a willow’s branch that waves goodbye.She sleeps in the comfort of near-death,Evasive of my never-ending tears,Her eyes that have closed, are not concealedFor to the shadows around, she is revealed. Adjusted to…
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Piling higherThan any curve in the wind.Here, the sun draws radianceTo love’s holy entranceOf purity’s flower, once scatteredOf a life, once unlivedFrom one love, yet to give. As all the streams come clashingWith the fire of a momentWith beauty so dashingAmong the droplets, come splashing.Here, and only here,Wild eyes are soft among the sighsThat accompany…
Modern Romanticism 