Sorrow
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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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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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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
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I cry often,When I think of thy prettiness.The emptiness of my facade,When tears fall in short streams,To be caught at the chinThat is where I swallow my words. I choke back the emotions,The loss to which I feel open.I weep for about a minute,And loosen my tears to the open.I see swallows and pigeons alike,Both
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“She asked for sweetness, of death, Though gave me no love, of flesh.”
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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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Don’t die, for the lingering sigh, In harmony, of shadows old. As I saw your face, of white, With folds, of skin, among iron, Death had painted Hell, on a frown, For my nose, to cling, to its scent. What would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form? God, who stalks the bramble, of empty
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The great art of her grace, knows not of the poor, Now to crawl, along the sands, To the rocks, upon the shore.
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We had loved, without glimpses, to our present,Allowing its gift, to surge, through our hearts,We had called upon, love to swell,Dancing on shores, where waters collected. I do love thee, with all the flames, of my heart,I love thy beauty, with all the light, that flickers. I leave thee, to roam, among the planet’s edge,I
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What had dominated white? It was black, that dominated white. It was the universe, that shrouded the moon. It was the universe, that shrouded the sun. Bombarded my guilt, to deadness. And I grieved, no more.
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Winter drained itself, upon my knees, In holding the cross, to your grave. I saw, with feeble stare, The stars, upon your eyes. They that saw, the infinity, in our love, And knew, it to be a lie. I would only fight, to see tomorrow, And now, I cradle death, in transparent arms. In a
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With glances, of blue, Skin, of ivory, You shall wear, a crown, Dressed, in simplicity.
Modern Romanticism 