Poetry
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As I’ll leave you on the edge You’ll bleed over me, your emotions and pledges. What did you first think of love My saved darling? Your bluest tears, Your reddest lips, Your palest face Doesn’t seem to lift from the sadness Where you drink it through. You swear to me, That life did not leave…
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I thought with life upon a wire,I could aim a little higher.Force me behind a cageFor I should never swayWith you in arms, ever again. I am without control,Just the beast with nothing to holdBut his own entrails,His guilt,His form that has scarred the landscapeBy simply being here. Please let me lay aloneIn the open…
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I will nowLick the tears away from those sorry cheeks,Nothing has looked so worn and bleak,Miserable beauty. Please allow meTo crown thee,To wed thee,If not of the ceremony, then of the forgivenessThat pools beneath our feet. I have loathed youFor no reason at all.I admire my guiltPerhaps more than I loved you. Your eyes glistenBeneath…
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She soars, as a phantomBled by distant romance.Upon the halo’s entrance,Smiles were eclipsedFrom her place in the skyTo the Earth where she dies. Float past meTo the fear you know so well.Fly to the wind, that embraces theeAmong all of you, so torn. I’ll kiss, though will not kiss, againThe hollow eyes that see only…
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No longer shed the tears,No longer shed the struggle.You collapse on knees as old as the stones behind you,That you drag.Though, your nakednessHas been something to kissFor beauty’s sake. Life has stepping stones,Not weights for shoulders. Love searches for paths in bones,Calling a ring up to ears that sting. Once I saw you undressed near…
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You feel the ropeWrapped around your feet?You feel the eyesPouring a stare upon your handsWhile all you holdAre the tears, from the night? Do you feel the loveBreathing over you,Bleeding beloved? Do you feel the burnOf my armsAgainst your cold skin? I grew to be your King,My darling woman,So that I may set you on…
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Wrap me in whatever you can lend me For I have brought death to my scenery. I do not wish to be kissed by the moon, Nor the feathers of ravens. Though, this pillow beneath my head Seems to be filled with blackness. Don’t you want to hold me? Don’t you want to lift me…
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Why so frail above me,God of my mercy?I have loved life with a smile of unendingAnd loving applauseTo the petals that surrounded meAll of my years. Now that pain has grasped my lungs,With loneliness to my heartThere stirsIn my bowelsAll the acids of pain,As my heart with loneliness, becomes strained. “Do not give in,”As I…
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Life has giftsOf dying oldGiven unto the youngWho treasure what is hungAbove in the sky, where tears fall loosely. Your eyes sungWith higher choirsThan ever did your mouth, breathing out your screamsTo my open ears,My open arms. Life is a peddled roadFull of moments, stolenAway from where cliffs offer the racing childrenWho shall not become…
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My eyes turn towards where you sail,And, also swim.My eyes turn towards where you screamOn a subtle whim. You ride the currents above my stare,Because that is where my loathing has its bathing.You row oars across the sadness,Beneath the starry nightOf our mourning.You have chosen the straw closest to my heart,That was also the shortest.…
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From my mouth, bellows howlsTo the moon, from the wretchedness I have become. From my eyes, there come steamAfter many long night in woeful screams. From my eyes, there soars the skiesAnd the creatures that sail upon my backDrink me, the martyr,The one who died for another.She lays floatingUpon a lake, with lifelessness to every…
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Do not cross the manWith suffering where he stands,For he is bound to break youAnd leave with tears you do not seeRoaring down his pallid cheeks. Do not accuse the manWhose smile is never shown,When all you see is the frownWhen he is always downAs the most visible self. His pain has eclipsed his mind,To…
Modern Romanticism 