Sadness
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Downed by displeasureTo a dying day.And then, downed by your hands,To roaring sheets,To see the evening in your eyes,And then, the sunset upon your lips.For you were the oneTo kiss the day to vanish away. My beauty, with hair so vivid in its angles,And with body stark in its curves,Alike those to the Earth,And when…
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I filled my eyes with the droplets of joyTo believe in you,During when I had believed in you,The delicate iris for my eye.With each petal I had then pluckedTo the greatest farewell,And the shortest goodbye. Your beauty was the sun,And the moon, combined.Resplendent, as a radiant star,And how I could hold you, when you were…
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The grace, had all laid among wastes,With the taste of blood upon our frozen tongues,For we could not speak when time was not friendly.Time was only between us,Creating a horrid barrier,A blockade, of sorts,Tragedy was our craving,As we both wavedTwo syllables from each our hands,The farewell, that drew us apart. Full of spite, we were,Among…
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You’d first lay me down,To the bloody sea,Where raises horns from deep below,A buried empire where fears surely show.Deny me enough,Little lady of a void,Your chamber holds only whispers,Kindness and mercyCombined.Am I enough for the treasures we’ll both share?Am I true to the blessings we’ll both wear? An eagerness, of sorts,Of grace, and faces nestled…
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Foiled by a pen,Wrote a word too embedded in love,Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,And marked my heart,Words that should raise,Though thwartMy heinous mind. Fairy of the night,With wings that shed flakes of snow,There is, for you, a palace you should know.It was for when we created peace,By a night dipped…
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Upon me, and over me,With blueish contrast from thy beaming eyes,To the tresses that rock over thy neck,Like a galleon that weens itself through,The fine waves and random gulls. Romance sprouts so evenlyFrom thy brimming shoulders, bared to be touchedBy my rotting fingers.You descend from the slope, from the mountainWith as much precision allotted to…
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I hold one wicked smile,Within one shattered palm,As I have tamed it,Made it a name,In my house of sculptures.Beauty and conscious mind,Suffering from my delusions,Becomes paranoia,And complete fear,Because, there is a state of agonyTo behold, before me.A place for me,Next to Satan, in my house of martyrs. Beauty and beauty,Becomes foiled at my touch,Turns to…
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My face and mind,As my eyes stare so blind,I believed in a love who did not awakeTo see,Me, in terrible suffering.Famous, though mild,Crude, though wild,She was the stench of filth,And terrible bliss. My own beauty,Where did it vanish?Where did it leave to,In this winter of duress?Among all the pain,There is hardly any shame,To weather my…
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The worst has passedWith the snow to a bleak yesterday.And I see her tresses rain from a frail head,To that path behind me,To a path, where I see,All my cruelest enemies,Little voices of laughter, from spiteful children,People who beg, and people who spit,People who destroy what worlds they ever had. Why would they want this?…
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When I cannot love,When I cannot drownIn the arms of a one,Who took me aboveTo see what could not be undone. A woman,A face,Of splendor and beauty,Each small bit of fervency,Each frail part of tragedy,Is hers for the closingOf my heart.One streaming face,One anguished expression,Laced with the marks of a pair of hands,That had ripped…
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My love,My beauty,My once-held power.Upon your hair, there are ornaments of ice,While there is pain upon my mind.There are great statues in the wildernessFor us both to see.Their splendor has been an easy achievement,To fill the void, of an artist,Of one forgotten creator. I once created, what has collapsed.What has been called “beautiful”,Is only now…
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His eyes are always weeping;His hands are always trembling;His mind is always fearful,Without her light,Without her warmth. “Love has fled,”Said the man, who bledTears, upon his knees, held closeTo his barren chest.A face of a withered personality. A man poisoned into dust,A man without the nerve to raiseHimself, from where he resides,Beneath a curtain,To keep…
Modern Romanticism 