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Herein,You loveWith gifts made to forgetEach twisted facetYou’ve yet to overcome.By sight or by sound,With rooms to decorate, aroundThe center of a vivid fieldBetween us. I can hold your hand, forever.Will you releaseThe tiny tortures you cling to?Pain being a memory,While eyes seal in eternity. Precious stonesFor the crust of a scarSeem to wait,While you…
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Learn to undoAll of life’s popularitiesIn the obscene and crude,In the placementOf a kissUpon rotting lips. Her pages,Keen and stale.Her back,Broken of spine.Her eyes,Weening in sheen.Her loss,Fallen upon mine. While covers blanket bodies,As the wind curls her hair.While life is, itself, strickenIn modest deception,There is she who enters,So fair. Fallen upon empty tracks,Blank pages,Inkless lipsWhere…
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Ignorance,Not the blissWithout the kiss,Without the petalsOf sweet, grateful redAgainst the mouth of the oneWho told youTo enter. What want,What capturing decadence,What life,As what a loveThat broke through a stormTo create a vowThat would always growThe face,From the clouds. I will loveUntil the final shredOf sunlight, leaves this earth.Even then,I will love onWith your spirit…
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Can we forget,Can we displaceOurselves from the in-between,As we burn onWith iron in our bloodstream?Our love,As eyes are upon the skies,Stealing starsFor the existence of the moon,LoyallyCoveting the dark. Holding on,With sunlight never too staleFor us to make pale,With our fingers staining the afterlifeOf our conscious desires.Your faceBeaming in the twilight,Burning of lips,Emblazoned of auras,Sunset…
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How cometh the rainWhen all falls down in pain,When the rapids swarm knees,During the wash of old tears?Blood runs,Though nothing bleeds,Hearts hurt,While everything kneelsAmong this blackish terrain. Within our eyes,Where storms are our companions,Love reigns,As the heart rains.A great mixtureOf grief and disbelief,A potencyOf sorrow and the denialThat we are here. Give me rain,As you…
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Bent beneathThe sadness that descends me,From altars, of disbelief.She rains,Still wets the earth of my heartWith her song.Her life,With the breath taken awayFrom the face,Yet not the lips. Beauty keeps itself, thereWithout so much as a stare.Her eyes,Closed, with the peaceAgainst my grief,Though wielding the same calmAs when we kissed,Within ungracious life. A casket,A lifeNestled…
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Drifting into the eons,Drafted as the sketchUpon the clouds,While you look upTo see the raindrops fallingFrom their hollow birthOf empty heavens. In arms,We hold the other,Believing sadness can burn itselfIn the wind,Loving still with miles between us,Shattering ourselvesIn porcelain reflections,Leaving ourselvesUpon empty highways. Onwards, with tremorTo the ends of our fingers.As if candleflame could light…
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Bleeding on towardsThe feathery horizon,Holding a note in yearning hands,Curling toes against damp sands.Why must the sealingOf two hearts, in distant sceneryCome reeling? Why mustWith eyes that never waitWithout the stammering heartbeat,Our voice choke upon the wind?Why must the vowsThreaten to come plummetingWith the pressure in the blood,With the faultIn the earth’s tremorsAnd the ocean’s…
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How great,For how subtleTo never lose youIn the wild rain,Within the washed-up grain,Stealing a signAll over again. A ghost in the doorwayTo look upon you,As I falterIn this place,In the afterlife. Here, the heart screamsWith the churning of ironIn my cold bloodstream.Falling apart,In the wind. A look upon your lips,A scar to where I kissedYour…
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“Those prideful of being ‘represented’, for appearance’s sake, in a workforce of utility can only be described as the ones who believe ugliness can be a form of beauty.” – Modern Romanticism It is the ugliness of toil, to the creation of something beautiful, that separates both. Poverty is not beautiful, as it should never…
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He tripsUpon the short line,Skips heartbeatsTrapped at the borderline,Holds a strawFor the familiar stingThat his chance to sow newnessWill never be brought,Shall not sing. A wilderness,One shining eclipse,A part of a moment to enterThe sun,When the moon is grown,When tears are shown.A part of a moment,Highlight upon the heart,Of love that sears. Small moment,First sighBreathing…
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White winterDrafted on a page, written backwardsTo this season’s beginning.Were we ever the fogAround our decaying eyes?SwelledIn the season’s pushWithout much to soften for,In the current light of day. A plea,Turned into the seaOf vast forgivenessNever believed,For its smile that enters as sunriseUpon the defeated horizonHolds enough for a heart to surmise,That for where we…
Modern Romanticism 