Poetry
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Eulogies are the sympathies Of a thousand-word cycle To the mad imagery of life. Your beauty is as believable as the small token To your misery. You have silver drawn around your eyes Like the open curtain that floods the room, with the moon’s rays. You are as lonely As the eulogy spoken by the…
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Oh, love, When wider arms stretch Horizontal, for the moon To come like child in a mother’s hundred tears, She has wasted years on an empty shell Whose eyes see only the night For all its gravity It pulls into me. I seem to lift tears to me, As I seem to watch my destinies…
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Just an ending To what is my travail In all life’s complications. You are the world that stems on infinite time, Away from any shortest moment In deepest passion. I feed the eternity something blue, Something new That does not wallow in the shades of grey. Filter my dismay That I might receive the ‘forever…
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Your eyes, Cast from molten marble, Merged in a skull, of thickened ivory, Loosened treachery. Sweet on the skin, does your tongue lick the seeping Sweat, though it looks to me like blood. Allow me what cannot be found Anywhere else, As the corrosion of vast erosion, The burning of something too gentle, Too weak…
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Throwing my heart to the moon, Telling stories, Wile my arms are empty and wide As the moon is faceless. Telling a past by my fault Is as hurling pages to the flame To be singed like skin That had been touched by a woman’s sin. I want to adore What I abhor. Though, the…
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Face the flood For my realization, in love That to waste time, is to waste life Beside the one who has hugged merely strife. I have given all, As you have given nothing. All of my heart is swollen upon the tomes Of empty pages. Depression is a man’s companion When his Nature is tested,…
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How long have you stayed awake To forge the night from your eyes? I wish to see What your scarlet heart has dreamed Beyond the realm of sleep. When you begin to sigh Let the pain slip by From hands that have shielded your face, Under covers, where blood is to taste From marks where…
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Keep the fall Central, with the snow That comes upon your palms Under the heat of your stare. You are The woman without a plea To make, in the nighttime openness. Two eyes That deign to cry For a wilderness, beneath my sight. At my feet Where stepping stones are imagined, I am committed to…
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Start drinking The solace, with the air of your breathing As Heaven rips away from your throat, Coated with the silver of the moon. I have come as the groom, With you, the bride, Holiness has reprieved loneliness As circles surround fingers, Gold and timeless. I want to cry All the words in my language,…
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It is that My love has become so wild, So much like the adoring child That my eyes begin to stare At the wrong breath, the wrong air. My face begins to move For the lonely kiss. It is that my eyes do not wish For sleep to be. My yearnings are stemming From the…
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My sadness leads me on, With reigns that are whipped by the wind That takes my tears ahead Towards the abyss of my destination. Will I simply fall over To see her? Or, will I simply fall? I long have bent a knee To the sky With its current of flowing clouds That dropped water…
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Garments unfold Upon the tracing of your naked outline, While you hold out your hand As I hand you a kiss. My love, breathe your desire to reach the Heavens, For my longing is just. As the serpent can coil about our colors Frozen in shape, within the frame, We can peer, we can spy…
Modern Romanticism 