Poetry
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Let us not simplify Her eyes, nor her mind When stared through, across the line. What a face! What a gentleness! What a love I hold for the new one, The beauty who was meant to be seen By no one, but me. Something rips through the miles, As it is my sight To the…
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From trumpet calls, To flaming walls, There are eyes upon debris Of a scattered woman. Her face empties my form, Her eyes empty my mind, Her love buries me behind, Lets me fall from the wind To see what I should have been. The meager man, with nothing to hand Of to the messenger, in…
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Death is a wide awakening To what I’ve missed, For something I’ve kissed, In a world I’ve wished To be something other than it is. My eyes see the wooden frame, The wooden lid, The wooden bottom, As I am Pinocchio with his nose in the soil, Merely the creation of a tree To speak…
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Place a ring over Your pretty finger, I will do When the world caves in To show something for symmetry’s sake. Just a face That was buried in strands of your hair. Messengers from the dark Write this tale upon the lonely harp That is the decor to our melody. Brown tresses, As the Earth’s…
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Let your tired eyes Swim down in my river of tears. I have cried this current for you, For your gaze to swim, beneath the sun. Will we, one day lie down To speak of the stars? Will we, one day seat ourselves Upon the thrones of Heaven? I want you, in arms that stretch…
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Hold a box upon, that presents my heart. Your tired form, a place to be believed, For I nest myself in you To hold hands with an angel. Though, your eyes Seem to see the universe for its darkness, Not for its belonging. While I hold hands With Lilith and her children, I notice eyes…
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In our kingdom, where we should have met, There are cruel faces, that have surely wept Many tears into the Earth. My love has given new birth To the ways of matrimony, In songs, like Heaven from her lips. Her beauty sunders across oceans, Thunders across the skies. She lets down her hair to the…
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When the tears rain down From eyes, beneath the crown, Is it sadness I see For the haze of symmetry? Your face is for a loving smile, Not for the grief, tracing the miles. Your form falls into contours, Entertains death on a whim, Leaves the world wide open Upon its own cross in the…
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My flesh Is the rotting sculpture, As I will see you nurturing it. I want to open my lips, Though they are encased By death’s embrace. Your obsession Is tiring to my decaying self. I’ve wanted to kiss Your face in the idlest moments. I’ve wanted to kiss Your skin in the fire of combined…
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Nothing lies so well As the face without the desire to tell What fell From eyes, that shed tears upon my feet. Lace your thorns about my form Upon the vines where they grow. Roses hold no meaning For the blood that is gleaming. Let me die, knowing I will leaving, glowing Radiance upon the…
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Everything has a place, in this agony, Where winds are swept from wings, As eyes can enjoy the loss. Please let your cross down From your milk-white neck. I wish to hold you As we cross the void. My love, to the eternity where we go To step low To feel Nature’s breath, For how…
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Lay down your nectar Upon the hardest lips. Your sweetness is a jealousy For my defeat. I love all lost From my swollen arms. Your eyes upon the hills, My eyes upon the lakes, My eyes creating tears, Your form, the glaciers to the cold mountains. Take the rope From my neck. We sing beauty…
Modern Romanticism 