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Come here,Woman of endless domainTo wanderIn a heart, known to no meaningOther than the faceTo rain the fallen kisses. Signal your eyesTo me.Lift your smileTo raise a neutral horizon.Hold your hopesOn the rainbow’s arch. Drop your tearsTo bring the widest colors.Bleed happinessWide open,Filling my armsWith your returned loyalty.
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RecedeBack to the momentsWe kept gathering,While footprints were watchingFrom behind. While a wilderness growsBetween our fingers,A droplet of our idle bloodRaises a thorn,Brandishes a sadness. Reveal these tears,Swallow the mournful wails.Waltz past the portraitsOf idler faces,Holding hands with a song. Manifest loveInto living flesh.Behold frozen deathAmong every flake of snow,Melting with the ash.
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“Without the desire to care, one cannot advance to where one solves what is wrong. With all the knowledge in the world, there is none that can teach a person to admit a problem exists.” – Modern Romanticism Wandering to a bookstore to purchase a volume that teaches a person how to solve a problem,…
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Holy entranceTo a bedroom full of stars,Waiting wars,To undress you, full of velvet,To untouched plainness. Be upon the fieldsWhere flesh comes undoneFor watching eyes.Be where fires raise sensation,Where waters renew deprivationThat I might scar you. Your sin, for the sadnessYou held tight, during spoiled nightsThose men trampled you.My kisses explore you,As arms devour you. Be…
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I wash myself In my own blood, Rusting flesh with the iron, Opening wounds with the eyelids That close only to your sight.
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Of eyes turned towards the sea,There is not much left to bleedFrom a glance upon infinity.I can recallThe winter stormsResting with eternal easeUpon my heart. I gave gentlenessA close regardFor a nearby future,With her, within my arms. Something scaresThe tears away.Someone singsTheir loss, to the stars. RememberingWhite rapids,Black voidsWhere pain found its homeIn the loving…
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“Idealism hurts. Its pain comes through not being able to take the flow, in its gradual steadiness. Innovation is a desire to want more. And, yet, when love comes around, there is a reminder. A simple reminder. To know what is most important, to never forget, though that is almost an impossible task.” – Modern…
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CuspThe great rushing tide.We can swim a great defeatDown to where you were buriedIn the flame.Holding hands with a ghost,As two eyes lay embedded in mind,Purging souls into rain. LoveWeakens the heart,Strengthens the mind,Releases the fogTo the longest road out fromOpen doors.I feel,Though I cannot see. BloodIs the shared wires,A connection of distant callbacksOf voices,…
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No matterThe trial,The tribulation.No matterThe divide,The void.A promise shall be thereAs a ring upon your slender finger. No blackened voyageShall miscarry your feet.No overcast skyShall make of your features, the sorrow. No simple sighOf undressed lonelinessCan be of remnant,In my cleansing. I will cry open a gate to you,Of tears to flood you forth,Building tunnels…
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Braid my lips,Taste the poisonThat crosses my tongue.The world dividesBetween us,Amidst oceans created by tears,Among wars caused by fears.Pain engulfs usIn the mighty torrent. Just a shared blossomFor us to bow low to,Among sung songsSpilled from echoing hearts,Heard as lifelike notesPlucked upon the strings, so delicateIn the birth of old beginnings. Bestowed tragedyThe world can…
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Keep your eyesBandaged,Your armsScarred by the sun’s dropletsOf warmthOn everywhere your face departs,On all folds of flameYou reject, with the twist. I bleed,Though the red goes missing.I decay,Though the yellow and flashes of orangeAre simple criesInto difficult blindness. You bond your stilled selfTo the trying coldnessI have come to name it.Sicken yourselfOn the remaining waste,And…
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Touting the sea,Swindling my heart,Forming kisses out of starsYou will birth in a new archOf this love you have ached to see. I call my tearsBackwards, to the slopeOf my belittled cheek,For the stinging salt upon my eyesHave slept, to have settled. EruptYour sadness, into mercilessness,For you have cleaned the bloodFrom lips,Tasting the thorns. I…
Modern Romanticism 