Sadness
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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…
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Little birdWho weeps, and still creates songAfter bloody songIn her bath of red-colored water,As her garbs lie heaped upon one another,On the floor, outside of reach. I saw what twisted my vision,A hue in a bath of waterAnd it was the color of the sun, yet without the warmth,For a knife has drawn evenlyOver the…
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As life would be, thrown in my directionWith all the smallest jingles from bells against it,And the scenario builds itselfUpon the rottenness of my withering shoulders,For my life is a crusade,A great raceAcross this treasured desert,Upon this harlot’s cross,Where she’d die for the nighttime,Where she’d die for the bedtime,Where she’ll kiss, through a cloud above…
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I thought to myself,If I could change, from this searing anger I have felt,To an uplifted self.And, all that resulted was a bitterness. I thought to myself,If I could change, from this demented mind for a man,I have within my cranium,And, all that resulted was a bitterness. Like a lash upon my arm, from your…
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As I hold the face, that shows the very state,You’ve become,In the Hellish, heated, and festering nights we’ve shared,With no secrets, and all nudity to bare.Our fingers laced,In other’s skin,In the blood of posterity.We have now, nothing to reveal,And still nothing more, else to conceal. As I hold your face, I kiss it sweetly.As sweetly…
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She has made me wantTo die.She has made me wantTo cry.To weep cries of softnessAnd greater bitterness,Into these hands that tremble,For I am sick to my utter core. In my failure,I am still in my mind.I have faulted everythingIn all my failure. And yet,To feel guilt is noble,Is it not? My health, I care not…
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For every punishment,For every sin,For every kiss,For every period of denial,We are the thorns without the rose,Just merely the pain, without the bliss.And without faith,We weren’t there with sincerity to each kiss. I am breath,I am bone,I am death,And I am stone.The rocks upon your shoreline,And the thumbscrews on your outline,You are pinned,And I am…
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We are revealed, before an Earth that has concealedIts face for too long.Here is place we’ll both escape to, in the realm of our disgrace,Death is a final place, that we both had to face. We stared into Death’s face,And spat upon it.Now when love is still culled, like one population too overgrown,Like thistle become…
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Stone and ivory have a clash, that repeatsItself, in frequent cues.Alike the shores of pebbled beaches, to walk upon their texture,And then to notice,How some may stick upon the soles of a foot.And I am against your breast,The ivory texture that is much alikeThe soles of your feet,That had plodded course after course, over my…
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Upon sticks and brambles, and everything taken from the trees,Love, we do, with our hearts spread, over everything new.Like two fossils, once beautiful and full of scenery.Like two trees, now collapsed, with kisses running overAs the remaining twigs that caress. I am in love, or had I ever been?We are, as we’d always been, split…
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There is a waterfall beneath your eye,As though the eye pressed further into your head,To bring forth the liquid beneath it.I have seen you weep, a couple of times,And become drunk more-so on my own pain, for I caused your tearsTo flow more-like the lava from a mountain,Than ever a flow of water from a…
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Pleasures sometimes, and only sometimes,Stifle themselves,Upon our walks through boarded passageways and times alone,When we may see the shores with its naked sands,Fused like longing upon longing.What will the seas become, without the sands beneath?As scarlet as your lips,We are lone with only our shadowsAmong depravity.We dwell, in faraway eyes, over those oceans, and their…
Modern Romanticism 