Poetry
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One neglected kiss,Among a hundred.One bloody wave, to another thousand,And I am upon this ocean, kissing its breeze.It no longer heals,When the waves were singular, in my mind,Soon as love tossed aside, my forlorn life. Beauty is feebleUpon roses made of thorns and no petals.Just a stem that I loop around my head,To be alike…
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You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To notice not even a trace. I am a new manWith…
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How is your demise,Appearing, before your eyes?How are those closed lies,Looking, before your closed lids?How is every detail, quitting you,While you remember what is deemedOnly by you,To be necessary for memory? There are many things you should remember,But, you’ll only remember specifics,It is a pathetic way. How is your guilt treating you?Gutting you?Eviscerating you? How…
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Bled, we were, upon an ocean gulfTo spread South, to where distant heat resides.And, to heal, to kneel, with eyes upon the sun,And, to feel, to seal, our wounds with our own tears.You have a heartbeat that skipsStones upon the water’s surface.Lost, though found, on death’s own compound,Found, but bound, with Hell to hear for…
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Eternity is too true to be new,Like what had wetted her lips,As the softest gleam I ever knew,Like two petals,With one facing towards Heaven,And the other facing my feet,At the place she’d occasionally bleed. Beauty is always bound in the embrace of serenity,In that lock her and me, knew to beBoth warm and cold, in…
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When I want to kiss, I will smotherThee, among all your surrender.And when you are upon knees and handsTo see, what has come of the kiss, burning upon your scarlet,You will drink, whether it be forced to beLet through your throat, to the level where you plead. Drink up, beauty,With your face and frown upon…
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When you cried aloud to the deepest blueOf my mind.When you had noticed what is truly wrongWith my kind,I gave you greater sight to the cruelest seaThat runs over my skin, the blood of my debris.The blood from my skin roars fervently. Can you see?Can you tellExactly what had formed our graces, in matrimony?Holiness is…
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No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of a life gone alack. I give to you, my best…
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Glued, I am,Unto your porcelain hand,For there goes my lips,To kiss thy whiteness,Thy ghostly and ghastly selfWithin your turbulent Hell. And, among my beastly self,I’ve grown too old to tell,What awaits me, far down in Hell,Where I will sing among the loudest bells,Not among you, your form where I fell,To see the Earth’s shaken core.…
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She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures me!Her disease, called love,Is a wonder, to still be aboveMyself,…
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What fiend has caressed my shoulders,Besides the loneliness, I feel within my heart?It is yet a monster, without the need to sleep,Without the will to heal. She lays there, for my eyes to behold her presence,For my view, for my corrupt and trembling hand,To mimic her dashing and golden figure,Upon the life I aim to…
Modern Romanticism 