Poetry
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What worldEver wielded, aside from the one stained in black?Longing is our token, to betterment,Away from the association of togetherness.Like love, mistaken for a parasite,Like loss, perceived to be foremostIn line. A coming mileIs not what we walk.It only holds us to reap a new darknessThat is the one behind. In arms, delicate and un-moving.We…
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Where did we hide loveIn the desert or in the ocean?In the dryness of what was once the latter,Or in the wetness of what will be the former? There are moons to raiseAn ocean so wideAs the love that did resideIn the home called a cage.For a heart would be trapped in the ribsAs like…
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I have run wavesOver your delicate mouth.You are everythingI have seen through the thick of time. I have pulled your limbs up,That have weighed so heavyFor you to carry.In your horror, you have stepped only with your demise. For bluest tears, to a delicate mouth,For everything I have else seen,To a mouth, the ocean’s current…
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I desire the spotBeneath the breast of her.Though, her sighs show me to her eyes.And, I might have abandoned all recognition of herWere such colors before meTo never greet to me, such scenery. The space below her breast,The heart of hearts,The area I do desire toPenetrate.For this motion is emptiness,A mere lost moment. She shows…
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Kisses are prettiness,Red with blood to dripOver mouths that have tastedThe virginity kept for many years,Upon groins made of shadow.Whatever was fewOf the daughters taken from hiding,Is now new,Fresh for the taking. Kisses for the mouth of a young girl dressed in white,She opened softness to the light,And drew her skirt to reveal beneathThe home…
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What stones have encrusted themselvesInto a skull made of the bone, white as the snow,White as the emptiness of us both,White as the frozen look of us both.Love does not silence itself,Unless it come into your armsAnd attempt to heal itself. For love is but an infantThat never was in your womb.Love has only ever…
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When love bleeds the marrowFrom loving bones,And when love bleeds the sorrowFrom miserable tombs,Beauty seems to never dieUpon your icy form. When I chose to love,I saw the ocean from miles apart,From it, and from yourself.Loneliness has surmounted itself,And my mind falls apart,On this writing. When love bleeds, and is coated with thorns,Is coated with…
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The reason I hate you,Is because feeling is still aroundTo haunt my days.Feeling is the show of love, explosive and roundAs the heart, before becoming shattered.Like the vase without edges,Like the beauty without imperfection,For we are only distorted,When we’ve been squeezed of life,When we’ve been hurt. There is only one reason I hate you,And that…
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What lonelinessIs left for me to wield!Like air to graspAs I fall,And it is nothing to hold.I once held onto a dream,A sight,A vision,Music blazed in my heart,Like a tempest, as love was my armor,My shield,I aimed for kisses to dispel your fears,It was merely the gesture for further tears.
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What stillness that gleamsUpon the porcelain,The textures of your cheeks,A slender nose, and a simple pairOf ruby lips,Though, those eyes,Show to me, the universe with its wildness.Of all creation I had embeddedInto you, for your peace,Into us, for our sleep,But, the pain would not desert you, would it? Sorrow has drained us,Our color, to its…
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Please,I am upon my knees,To receive,The kiss that answers my pleas.For I am numbBy raw strife,Knowing you’d not be my wife,In the turmoil that shaded our life. What was it like, to lie?To speak of being vulnerable, while IFell into bleak and miserable sighsOne after the other, with muffled cries,Into my hands, pouring from my…
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Was it emotionThat compelled you to betray?The sight of meMust be the eclipse,The two hands that made their wayOver to your crying eyes,And blinded your vision. Who was the seeing manIn this apocalyptic romance?For I was blinded, too,By our coldness, in the tears we both rainedTo our kneesThat we hugged close to heart,As the snow…
Modern Romanticism 