Poetry
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Your growing fragrance,Matches this room and its aromatic candles.And I have found it upon myselfWith my hands to claw at the flesh of thee,To tear and yank the burden of attire I see,To match the nakedness to the maker of me,Who is a demon that I cannot let flee.You have sweat glistening upon an arm,And…
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As I look upwards from this stance,I see where my hands have laid.Themselves, as palms, upon thy bare shoulders.Shoulders, always bare, and made from ivory. I have been the admirer to your form.A form with curves alike to the Earth.When I’ve seen the horizon,What more to witness than to be blinded, by thee? And I…
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We are unable to wish,For the pain to end itself,Due to how our desires bendWith one another on this frail soil.We are united in death,And divided in love. A pitiful little beauty you once wereTo me and the seas.Waters poured from your eyes,Like frail rivers of ice.And I kissed each tear that strayedFrom its trail.…
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Should the world end, with us not unified,We’ll have the ocean to cross, and then we’ll die.You have beauty that marvels the angels.Of cheeks that blossom the rosiest pink,And such beauty creates strengthIn my darkened heart. I will love with a powerful love,End all demons that torment you into woe,You have arms that claw at…
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Oh, lovely! I am rotten,With grief tangled in my hair.Beside your stilled corpse,Where I stare,Is a seat to place myself. I have been wearyAnd torn.Broken and born, with a seeming frailness,“Emptiness” is my nameWritten backwards. I loved with a stain on my heart.And it was you,Who pressed that markAgainst its warm and hot surface.Why am…
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You had taken the stage by heart,With only a portrait in arms.And a face full of gold,That you’d be admired for the priests.Though, their craving for silver,Is their serpentine fetish. A stage where there is rotten flesh.Music drenched in agony,And a memory washed in blood.You flashed a breast before the crowd,And made a wicked mark,With…
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The interest in youth,Is all too gullibleFor my understanding.For you have crossed a line where hurt lays dormant,And have faced the tears of a man,A man who has shielded your unguarded heart. There is so much sympathy withdrawn to the shadows,That it would feast on your torn soul.Your torn form, and the graces unfathomable,Of arms…
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My love,How graceful thou hast become,With undying beauty,Seemingly never to end.I am in love with it. A grace to arms,A gentle face,And no hatred would ever linger,Upon thy wild bosom.For you are one with me. I am in touch with God’s throne,And upon it, I sit,With you at my left side.I am in touch with…
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The trembling that thou exposes,In flesh that remains not calm,An empire of rubble lays at your feet,A certain sickness dwells in your heart. You have found beauty in places of loathing,You have wept before mirrors that showed oceans,You have laid brick where the rich dwell,You have made flame upon lands not scorched. And eyes once…
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Have thee gone astray?From the wicked heart of mine,Into the comfort of decayAnd into the solace of a new moon,Soon when your weary mindSees the heat in this garden’s bloom? I see with steps that are taken,Above a grave that reeks,In the scent of an ocean,The magnificence of your fall.And soon to lift you up,From…
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My fragile darling,How I wish to adopt your pain,For it speaks many long sentences,To my aching ears.You have many years in sorrow.And you are destined to be,To be with me.You have love pouring out,Though, I recite this eulogy. I found the universe to be lacking,Among the stars and the shapes,I found your face as singular,Like…
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I have in my palm,The clay of your illuminated shell.Your beauty that remains stilled,Among the ebony shores,Clears the skies,In your nudity.I am in love with only the failure,That has become my eternal addiction.Oh, when love is my eternity.When love is my mercy. I loathe the external benefit,The mute loathing that showsA frail breathing, lifted by…
Modern Romanticism 