Poetry
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Let meLift the stonesThat pin your arms,Drag your legs.Let meSee the seaTake your form,Like nakedness of a broken log. Let meLoosen the tearsThat were kept too dear,Like a fanciful curtainDrawn over a face too muchDrowned in weather,Faulted in shelterWhere tears could not form puddles. You let stormsWash your feet,Shower your cheeks,Stake your hands,Feed your heart,…
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Bitterness swallows upThe countless sun-bathingOf your fields burned downIn romance of colors,Where you’ll drink dryness,Mocked by blood,Radiant by wine. Wrapped in arms that tremble,Like floating leaves caught between lips,For my quivering mouth cannot speakThe Autumn’s rise to governSickness upon each’s other twisted bones,Failing breaths,A watching wilderness. A faceThat grows solemn by each feathery moment,As I…
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To believeIn her,Of hair never caught in a flame,Of lips never to tasteBlood, for the state of drunkenness,While wine is to better comfort.Under dark curtains,Wielding fireBy the warming mile,Sweeping arms under her,Singing tunes to herDelicate ears and sorrowing heart. For chimes are as beautifulIn wind,That to grieving sighs,Remind me of the leaves that fall in…
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To sink,To pledgeThe banquet to the taste of your lips,The whole,The creationOf an eternity from these handsThat would not,Never toBe called away.Like love has never found much majestyIn you,I can kiss,I can carryThe petals to the orchardWhere you can feel your way,Loving me,Living you,Carving you into my heart. Like to descendFrom cloud to forest,I will…
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Can I sing without crying?Can I speak without sharingThis pain to the weight of your joys?I will drive you downLike wilted flowers, being weatheredBy agonized rain.Tears that never flowerThe smallest petalsUpon the ends of largest stems,For you still standWithout ever looking beautiful,Deep in the caress of a fading sunOf me,For you. Sickness,HeartacheBreaks open breaths upon…
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Throw the rope,Far from your neck,We have broken enoughNeeding a kiss,To soak our hands in each other’s blood,To bury our lips in each other’s soilWhere the aftermath can be attained,Deep in a tantrum of wilderness. With warmth,Without coldness,Upon summer’s attire,Without the furs to cloak our bareness,We can readFine print barely legible.I feelWilted flesh, to unseal.…
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Attractive,Like dust from a heater.I am stilledTo the eyes that never raise,Though stillHold the charmOf a thousand rushing wavesDeparted from a heartQuellingMy weary mind. Like two stilledFaces, of ours,Licking porcelain from hands,Where beauty leaksAlmostIn drops of rose.I am toTruth’s mattering,Like craving the ice that wandersHer heart,Of cold pages,From warmest words. I amTo the face that…
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Hold your tail,We have both suffered wellWith ease to the morning’s creaseOf a hundred pages to newsHolding words in shallow waters. Beautify yourself,Once more,Playing with fragmentsOn the floor,Of your murdered heart. Hell in you,Fires cast outFrom a frame, about youWhere a painting describes youIn your heated contemplation. Love can offer,We can softenFaces to set the…
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How many tears can I look at you,Of unmatched streamsThat follow a road towards your feet,Where men used to place their lips?Your eyes are the sentiment that needs no balance,For you’ll refuse the sceneOf finality to your pain. You’ll refuse the curtain drawnAbout your blank face,For the script taught you lessonsYou’ll come to accept as…
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Hold in my cold armsThe fewest displacements of your unending height,For you have become too invisible to followUnder the guise of my misguided innocence,Too white to say is untouched,Like snow yet to receive the iron,Like flesh yet to receive a cut. I am too cold under my white blanket,With screams caught in my throat,Listening for…
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Love is never a fair witness,As only the humming in earsThat continually yearnFor the timeless breathsUnveiled from simple lipsThat never kissed another pair,Departed from the moonTo hold a neck in a bite. Her slight,Her state in knowingLove from the disarranged imageHas made me write the messageThat a bottle for the drunkCannot hold.Intoxicated, as I am,By…
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She spent her mockery upon a thousand cutsUpon a broken stemThat raised itself from her heart,Wandering to a mirror.For her face, she saw insects,Not beauty.A small mite has intruded her locks,Full with auburn,Among silver highlights.Of one worn yearTo a love that never gave sight to fear,Except to an oncoming dayOf Betrayal’s betrayal,A haunting of innumerable…
Modern Romanticism 