Romantic
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This beckoning To my own faltering. The kisses come silent Blown upon the passing gusts. The sails of mine Are weathered by weather, Folding in the ruining of my mind, Twisting by the ruptures upon my heart. My hail Is your tale. My tears, pour the ocean for me To cross, while my loss is…
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Wait for the wild times To say upon the current times That they were not meant in their place To see the thousand weeping faces. The dangerous times Place themselves on the seat of shame. The gentler times Are seated on the right place of life. We are two foes Who fight, in the throes,…
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Pull down your world upon mine, And kiss me hollow. Words are so unspoken As the shells upon the shore That never reached anyone’s ears. You have a gift For perception. See me on your shoreline Counting the raindrops, the tears Spraying against my marred face. I have a wilted emptiness For countless seasons I…
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How many storms can follow us home, How many deaths can prove us undone By the faces so cubicle, So box-shaped, without a curve for expression’s sake? How many lacking humanities Can pull us down to hollow and empty graves? How many discarded breaths Can flood the fields with uncertainties? You had your thoughts craving…
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How much love Can we kiss the roses with, Before our lips become grazed By the touch of thorns? I did love, I truly did. You played notes upon the golden harp To lure me through, passageways Towards the messenger Whose message was to remain silent To your waiting game. I fell through the clouds,…
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I still vapor, Leaking From your bleeding lungs, Though the fever Has left us on the road, Onward. Our hearts reverberate On hollow notes, While beauty is but the standing stem, Of the flower That has lost its petals. I want to kiss, though am ignorant of what I miss. Confusion, Takes place In the…
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She kicks her legs Free, to the passing wind. She motions kisses to my direction, Commanding new gusts to be let loose From an opened mouth, for hurled sighs. I have brought myself to this place To view her eyes, for how they sparkle, To view her skin, for how it glows, To replace my…
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Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won’t ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won’t be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you’ve stayed in the bleak,…
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Don’t startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world’s ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut…
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He speaks directly to her ear, “You are still so small, my child.” She withdraws to peer upwards to his gaze, with quivering lips and weary stare, to then commit a moment in a burning. She kisses him. Upon the lips, smooth with each waxen mouth that fires up a fever to the downing daytime.…
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Walking upon the Calle Mayor, passing the red of nearby buildings, a thumping heart swells so wide. He wants, as he could think on it, to see over his shoulder to a past, igniting his eyes with all he once had. For he says, “I love. Though, do not love enough to be stable, in…
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For the parted wilderness Under your eyes, in the denseness of gray, We’ll come together to play Bleeding upon the gardens beneath our feet, Like children without cause, With laughter without pause. I am in your temple, Here to view you naked, Like a stone had found some undertaking By a different artisan, Besides the…
Modern Romanticism 