Poetry
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I raise this curtain to show a face,Streaming with the tears of fear.Kiss me, beautiful one, before the noose wraps itself,About my idle neck. I have loved an angel,And gave until I was emptiness,I will remain as emptiness,To focus on your delicate face,And how the world could crushAll the beauty away from my reach. Love…
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Sweet darling,I am not the Devil I take me for,A paranoid wad of feces,Has become my mind,I face the future with a blank stare,As idleness caresses my hands. Fear is my only betrayal,To this woeful heart.I wish to care, and to accompanyEach tear that descends,From each of your delicate cheeks.Beloved beauty! I am here. As…
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There’s a famous way to recreate,What has always deprived my soul,Of recollection;Of the memory that sitsOn the crown of thorns above my brow,It drips smallest droplets,Of vermilion, to my tongue.What do I taste?I taste a love so sweet, and still, so bitter,I taste my failure raising from a daunting Hell,And I feel my beloved’s breath…
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There is nothing so gentle,As the woman claiming to beThe certainty for herself.I offer condolence,And she falls on her handsAnd knees, to kiss the toes,Of a man who has allowed her to escapeFrom a pain, from a fate that was callingHer, to come away.From her eyes, rained many tears. Only a ruined soul, to this…
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A woman comes unbroken,For she is proud.And she is lonely when hindered,By the restraints from love.She has a face corroded by shadows,Beneath eyes and against her lashes.I am cornered by sorrow,And the kisses weighing heavily. The moon speaks a courting song,Her beauty mimics my own defeat.Her denial has been my retreat.Her heart is my singular…
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Dragged at my feet,Is the unforgiving rope.Binding me, and blinding me,Because I cannot stand,And so I need aid,To be able to see,All that I have corrupted for me,Beyond the grief from the sea. You would deny me all?Reach into me, to see sweetness,And then know bitterness?I have a heart that has stopped,I reach my hands…
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I cripple myself,In horrid wings formed of bleak feathers,And I have pleasured myself in sadness,For it was a bottle I drunk from,That had your bitter tears. I found love awaiting me,And drew joy close to me.Love was stilled, as a heart, buried in dust,A milk-white breast glided past a heart,The Devil in me had awoken.…
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Your eyes have surrounded,My aching morning,As beauty swims a fallen mile,A death that I drew close,You will be the woman I will raise,From a worn stem of flesh. You have a face that shows a yearning,For a merciful connection,A series of tears have washed my tired face,I am a man who knows truest torment,As I…
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I fall between two stems,Where petals grow upon the inside,And feel warmth that burns throughThe emptiness I’ve long gathered. Petals, I’ve gathered,And thorns I’ve grown.Some tune of a Devil’s defeat,Upon a man’s last word. I blew the kiss that would hit the flame,And she mocked its nestling on her cheek.Death fans her screams,As lust drains…
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Embellish me, and awaken me,When surrounded by the long armsThat leave longer trails.Fail me, if you should find it necessary.Beauty, you will cling to your tragedy.Love has given you an ampleSide to each breast, though has faded.Would you fall with me? Would you leave me in the disgraceThat I have already deserved?Death is knocking on…
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Place yourself as a petal atop my heart,Alike a stone on my bruised soul.Dance with the husbandry of a makeshift garden,One that fades in the approaches of light.You have a form made of the same stone,And yet, highlighted by the sun’s warmth,I see baldness to the places I’ve nested a seed,I see eyes that claim…
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Beauty’s empire, or beautiful empire,Has arrested its attention upon the Earth.Many treks are walked to see it,And a one, a woman is there to embrace it.I have offered it,As I have extended it.I was not the one who voided it,As much as it displeased her. I have a fit torment,To walk in her shadows,Created by…
Modern Romanticism 