Poetry
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How long can we lastIn truly loving contrast?Beauty enshrines the worst defeatLeft laying in the cruelest sleep.I am enthroned upon the seat of God,Where dreams are stagnant in dark caress. Your face smilesWith gleam for show.I falter in sadness,Dancing low. Love is the open woundOf vein receiving thorn,Of vein receiving syringe,Of vein receiving the glass.…
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What comes down, what comes downTo the town, to the town.She rode horses, their backs unguarded.She drove fires, her eyes, they sputtered.She connected back to song,Back to Heaven’s fields, so long. I grew grief from velvet thorns,Hardened in my palms so tornBy the silk of her breathless formThat takes to a world of tears, forlorn.…
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Currents befall the stark wildernessChanging seasons in felled loneliness.I grew my pledge from a covered thornDrew my knife in fields so worn. The slaughter I suffered in kinshipMakes sadness remember in friendship.Love lies on lakes that hurlThe giants to the bested pearl. She knew my mockery to be plenty,With roses that grew so empty.Lore fixated…
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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 know now toSeek my fondnessIn her moment.Her eyes,Her skies,Her dreams,Her gleams.Her brazen selfBleeds the sun into the horizon. She liftsHer light aboveThe outstretched sea.She curls her eyesTo set herself. I am entrancedBy coming daysWhere I can pray,Where I can dance,Where I can open myselfTo the memories. Life is the open book.She is its pages.She…
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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,…
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Your eleganceTransformsThe notes I etch outFrom this violinTo your sidesPurloined by the curves of many wavesIn the theft of weight. You draw out the oceanBy the streaming breathsOf your parted lips. Salt remains in your hair.As I reach for you,You draw back. Let your sweat trickle downThe arms,Beneath the sunAs you’ve runThrough the fragrant meadowsSo…
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Bled upon a thorn, New music hollows me In the entrancement of singing voice, By her entertaining sound Of drums upon skipping beats Whenever she’s fallen In arms as wide as the sea. I created the ocean For the faces of the moon, Using hands that could not ever stand Were my eyes to be…
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Lace your legs, For I yearn to kiss each steeple, Carrying your form to my arms, Within the strings of captivity. In your entanglement, There is breath. In your eyes, Comes no death Of love that exists for the centuries, For the years We walk on paths that do not decay. Do not bury your…
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Graft and kneel yourself, With attachment for your submission, As I hold down what little is left For you to overcome Of your side, Of all sides That want a feeling to radiate. Yours will burn, Yours will churn, Yours will twist about In the heat, in the race Of two sins colliding For the…
Modern Romanticism 