Poetry
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Thy eyes turn towards places, where scars do not fade.They are but shells to a beating heart,Discarded, like the crab to its own shelter,But, remembered. Blankness, is to your soul, without a need to write your tale,Like the chirping of birds in the rising sun,Like the coming music of when you start sobbing.Beauty is but…
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What saves me from painTo today’s broken time? The clock’s hands have shattered fingers,And they point to empty moments.They drag across my lap, where my eyes are placed,Because, my heart has relapsed,It has retractedAnd feels nothing. I have given all to you.Everything but a heart, that remains bruised and black,And has backed itself to an…
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An object lesson, seeking any disclosureTo this reminiscence of your naked form,Now bandaged by the treatment of ludicrousy.You were beautiful, in my arms,Showing breast,And whispered fable from two lips of pearl.You told me secrets, that daunted my mind,You closed upon me, pain that would not ever dieWithin yourself.And, outside myself, there is a sceneryOf Hell,…
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Beautiful womanWhom all will call as needing aid,The support from a thousand fountains,To drink from. Why do you require moreThan what I offer? Is it merely in a woman’s bloodTo be this expensive?To require this much effortFor your possession? I do not own you,But, I have won you.A golden heart, is what I have taken,And…
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The way we both breatheIn the heat of this barren town,Where love falls on deafened clowns,Where their ears cannot fathomThe calls of their laughing sounds,Is the way we sighBy the way we cry upon acknowledgementThat we’ll not ever jestThe way that a clown does.We are merely lies,Among the particles to breathe from sighs. Their way,…
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How I love thee, mother of so many embraces,And I’ll cherish thee, with all the spilled many graces.And your hair, that which I see, to reveal how much you care,It is strewn about,Showing your negligence upon yourself,But, where are you to care for you? How I will kiss thee, mother of my Heaven,And I’ll wrap…
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Come to fall,As you may like, to do soTo my arms.Because, when I look above, to see what stands in grace,I am idle enough, to see the two arms like boughs,The two legs like boughs,The face that is alike the trunk with an impression,And so, I implore youTo fall, so that I may catchWhat should…
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I have shared a kiss, with loneliness,And have shared wine, with death, itself.I have felt music play upon my lipsDuring when I was lost, in love’s abyss. I guarded what cannot die,And, I guarded what should not have decayedTo be spread among the four winds,Before the times arrives. My love was a vanishing current,And this,…
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What a smile,Upon looking to seeWhat is most Heavenly!Love, as you, has seemed to undoAll the knots in my heart,All the confusions I’ve long embraced,All the heat I’ve long been to laceAround my body and mind. Now you will play as the knitterThe embroider,The simple seamstress,To bind us forever, in eternal togetherness. My own love…
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I cry often,Whenever I unearthOldness from coldness.Perhaps a misplaced photograph, suddenly foundBy a heap of dust.I look upon that dust, to next wonder,“Is it you, the flesh of my flesh?” The lady who did die,Was the death that makes me cry.I’ll weep the tears,Staining my barren cheeks,Staining beneath my swollen eyes,And not a single tear,Will…
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Were we ever Moses, upon a better timeTo part a way for our love to unite? Were we ever the two nations to meetUpon a time when we had meant to kiss? Were we ever what we needed to beTo eat up common logic with watery emotion? Were we ever spouses to beTo love eternally?…
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I start to believeWhen standing upon this shore,That I am as broken as the waves that collapse. My place and timeIs forgotten,Is abandoned,Inside and outside of my mind.What has broken?Is it the heart in my chest, where I feel a well?Is it my mind that has cracked open to expelAll the little fears that would…
Modern Romanticism 