Poetry
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Oh, devil inside, Demon inside, Makeshift goodbyes Have only sought to soothe What came crashing to me as comfort, To blow it away. What was an origin, Was a womb, For I was born a monster, in a monster’s belly. Her eyes stare the world to sadness, Her form is toxic in its structure. Grown…
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Beneath her eyes, I scorned a thorn on the many roses Did color this world of ours. Beneath her stare, I felt the man I knew myself to be Was never to leave, until the sun grows cold. Beneath my veins, I drew blood from a wide stain, I knew myself for what I wanted,…
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Allow my wings, Strong arms, To embrace you, wrap you, Hold you, take you. I shall withhold you, withdraw you From the succumbing torment you’ve endured. Love has wings To take life away From itself, that stings. I endure the moments To gather the future, together in my palms. Let not the night crawl down…
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Come to me, Weeping angel. I want to wash your tears In my own birth of sadness. I want to send the sun To eclipse the moon in your heart Your face, Combined in the lace Of a million miles, draped Across, atop the craters, created By the stones that drop from your eyes. While…
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Leave behind the dust From your faded heart. In the rust, we combined Red and red to make blood. Leave behind those closed doors That were eons ago Opened to the sounds of strife, Creating romantic panic. I had scorned too much of you. Now I am through With the enforcement Of what I have…
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As I escape Into your face, I behold a paradise of bewilderment. You have dropped off Tears, to make an ocean. Your sadness is a bold reckoning To the lonely sphere, called Earth. I am enfeebled By your hollowness, As you renounce what we left Behind, in the debris. What did you notice Upon that…
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How dearly I’ve recalled In these few moments, to this time, The beauty I must describe, near to wine. Oh, love With your bluest of gazes, Startling me as though I’ve stepped Off of ground To the abyss of an ocean. Oh, love With your scarlet cheeks, Making me believe I bleed with the color…
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Edge yourself On the end of the tight rope, For it is the last bitter release Before the middle is cut. For upon the stem, Midnight becomes the image Of two connected hearts. Am I the roots, While you are the bud? The thorns! They are on the road to travel To you. Though, the…
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I dreamed of entwining with you, In the finality of our youth. You spoke words that came to me as whispers. You dreamed of the world apart, While I saw it together. You fought with destiny, While I sought To make it breathe. You grovelled on the floor, At the face of death, While I…
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Darkened complexion Is mine for the telling of sadness. She dropped off my arms To the stillness of the Earth, Frozen in a comparison To where she found a new bed For her form to lay, For her lips to say, “This is the end.” My angel has fallen, Loosened upon the weight of pain,…
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Our skin sold us For the mud of graves. Our flesh melted off Bones as white as the clouds, Upon those dry days Without sounds. Chained in the ways of death, Chained, though without breath For our eyes can only see ahead, Having not viewed below To our feet, where hands grasp us, as gods.…
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Let me haunt your flesh To rise from its place beneath Soil and trees. I want to see how pale you’ve become, Of how solemn your eyes have been stained, Of how wishful your voice has hurried itself, Of how morbid it is, That those tears of yours merely hang there To never fall. Why…
Modern Romanticism 