Romantic
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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 There is so much sympathy withdrawn to the shadows,That it would feast on your torn soul.Your torn form, and the graces unfathomable,Of arms…
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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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Tipped into thy divine mouth,Like Heaven draining through an hourglass,Of thy heavenly form, with no crudenessAt all, to the beauty of serpents. I am in love with a sin,To make love with the surge of emotion,To make love with a woman of my nightmare,Of all pain, and her studious gaze,Here is me, to count the…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
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Of eye and iris, combined,I combed the earth, to then find those pair,Dipped in honeydew and nectar alike,Stark against pallid skin and reddened cheeks,As thy making were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries you emit,By the graces of angels,By the disgrace of my fallen empire,By the dismay to my withered pride,You are still…
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Upon a night, where the moon rose to stayAnd look upon us with fervent fervor,I saw behind that dress that covered thou,A white back that gleamed beneath the silver. A tempting look in your eye,You had a back that gleamed beneath the silver,With a coat of sheen that grew to bloomIn the radiance of an…
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“Those pained by our love, Will yet bow low, In the moment acquired, By the words we share.”
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Oh, beauty! Taken beneath, bed sheets,Disrobed of tattered veil, and dewy flesh. You were made holy, upon death’s ground,Made for, the chambers of kings. Softness is, concurrent, to your realm,That which I pull myself, down to enter. Disease made ready, on my pillow,Kisses made plenty, among all sorrow. Of futile gestures, and strangeness, in sighs,I…
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You were the woman, who awoke, among strangeness,Death, had divided your territory; life, had conquered you.Beauty nestled itself, in the fragrance, of your neck,Love crept upwards, to your lips, and laid kisses, deep. In the strangeness, of my strength,That which, would not wane,All beauty, I tore, with bare hands,Blood rose, to meet, my nostrils,An enemy,…
Modern Romanticism 