Poetry
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A celebrationOn the intoxication, upon scents of skin,And the fewest droplets that hang offYour scarlet tresses, in the dimming light upon thisBrooding evening. I bring kisses to you,In your saddened and weakened sight.A complexion, worn aboutWith nakedness to every scar,And a heart, turned into a star. Your frigidness,And my warmth,Collide.Like love, the sun, wrestles with…
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I compete Pain to pain, that is the worst form of shame. Pain to pain, in competition Creates the division. Division of flesh, for everyone’s consumption. How do they want it? Under-cooked. They want the blood, They want the marrow, They want everything still wet and raw. Division of flesh, Division of organs, Division of…
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Love is a stagnant surprise To everyone’s ears. When death came, I had expected love to follow Me down, to the soil and beyond.
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Love has silence, Love has room To dance its romance, upon floors made of marble Or granite. Love blows tides Across oceans wide. Love feels heavy Atop lightest clouds. Love rains the drops Where one stops And drinks each joyous tear That one will hear Land at their feet To set them to sleep. Love…
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What a world, to find ourselves locked within. A mutual discovery of the same darkness We both breathe. For there are only tears in our mouths For us to eat. Puddles gather between our toes, Weights hang off each strand atop our aching heads, And we lean forward To receive cold comfort, cold solace, From…
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A whirlwind is ahead, and overheadMy head, where dancing planets move onTo the great expanse.All is a lost essence, in this great expanse.I’ll cast a drawbridge to you.I’ll lift whatever stones,Causing you not to be free. Whatever causes the stones to rainFrom your delicate eyesBeneath moon and starlight.They land, such stonesTo the lakes at your…
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I have tasted a sight. I have tasted the current of blight Running from your empty mouth. Where once spilled sighs, Where once spilled the sounds from Joyful cries, I must now whisper a tired goodbye, A farewell to nothing but a lie, An unchanging disease In a changing form. It kills, And you would…
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What can we make Of two faces, identical only in the light? That are in love, like a pair of stars? Are we ever too distanced, Or apart? And do we still love? Did we ever despise who we were As lovers? Are we entertaining death, When we dance? Are we ever seeing an ending…
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Keep time flyingTo the horizon, where your kisses are sentAcross oceans, and further. I will keep my eyes motioningOver your form and gaze, between the stars,Moon, and even the sun when it sets. I loveWith fuel for the fire,As I add the rust,That drowns out all words in the ocean.As eyes are against all tides,The…
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Due, and overdueFor the delicate kiss, upon a mouthThat gapes with the sighs,Blown free, like seeds off a dandelionIn the month of May. I hold your neck,And I kiss your flesh,Velvet and soft, as it shimmers in the sunrise.I breathe over youThe devotion I’ve been meaningTo release. I bleedLove upon you,Over you,And above you,With kisses…
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With everything that streams From your tresses to your shoulders, As your tresses to your neck, Everything golden about you Is mine for the kissing. With everything not meant to grieve When I am with you. With everything so firm and so amorous Of your delicate aspects. Kisses will stream Upon your frozen lips, For…
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I’ll not ever neglect to see Beauty within thee, When age has encompassed your form. Time is but the first thing To release itself, from a thing captured. A form captured, in arms, glowing in the sunshine, And from everything else that blossoms, Sprung in the springtime. All is for me to greet thee, and…
Modern Romanticism 