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TruthDecays, upon the dayWhen I can no longer embraceYou, beneath the waters,As I now see only the sand,Where our soft forms used to land,And roll.We are used to our own toll,Retaining white upon our teeth,With red around our eyes,Though, can now transfix ourselvesTo the upcoming feat,Where we shall drop ourselvesTo a place hardened by our…
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Leaving yourselfFloatingIn the wind,Where tapestries inscribe your nameTo wool and linen, bleeding red upon white.As you, the leaf upon the lake,Can seek out worlds no one has left,Because no one arrived. Emotional,Where dreams come hurriedTo the eyes, where teardrops come dancingFrom their storm, to the earth. Can you raise the petals no stormHas ever tainted?Can…
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UnholyDynastyOf something so unfathomable,As the love from starless nights,There is sheWading among the terrorsTo a place without light,That I seekSomething so meek,In where she places her crownOf ebony mixed with ivory,Though the latter has no substance. She choosesDiversity for ways,While ICan collideWith the ocean’s breath,As IFlood the world with her death,Can sing praises that come…
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I cannotBow near enoughTo kiss your frozen lips,Without welcoming myselfTo join you,For tears have gleamed my years,In outpouring sunlightFor too long. As I bury theeBeneath the sea, of my thorns,You can find puddles away from our homeTo cleanse the soil from your form. Drinking the nothingnessOf two storms, un-matching.Wielding frostTo lay upon my heart.There are…
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Without displayOf yourself, in the wind,There is only shameKept on your ridged back,Pock-marked by age,Despondent in your ways.For I can loveWithout much help to yourself,As I can kissWithout much closure to your wounds. You will paint imageryOver your eyes,Recounting the fallen dropletsComing from the stemYou’ve yearned to have.HoliestYouth, with no mirror to splash disregard,Love has…
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I can calm the deepWithin thee,While blue shatters the moonBringing to its embrace.Oh, gravitational pull!Her eyes are deep in the fogOf this cityscape,Though my mind can count the numbersOf her misplaced self,Deep in the dead night,While she hopes in the dead light. I can quell the terror,Bleeding from youAs futile error. I can create serenityFor…
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A sun has set itselfIn your heart,Soon for darkness to be our world.Whenever did you stop singingSoon as the children were never there,Soon as people’s gazesFell upon their own feet? Desperation has taken us,Dear beauty.Love is nowhere, but in you.Though, we are losing you,Losing flame. Reddened hair,Is becoming black as the burned out hearth,While flesh,…
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Emotion. Aflame, with attempted designation to the rope. The rope, for it cannot be cut with a knife. It cannot, for it cannot hold its weight’s own will. Its weight, of a form that wishes for death. A death that would leave countless tears to rot at the feet of their rejecter. Love waits. It…
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Running waves From the back of this ship Where I can see the rise of something bright, Though leaving me tranquil As it leaves me to dust, In the quake of fallen rain, To make The lake I would leave in her arms. Blood runs to replace unfallen tears, As my chest heaves a heaviness…
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Broken mast, Torn sails, And no movement to burn a bridge While your eyes still set upon the horizon. Drifting motions Drown you to sleep, As tides gather our tears, While the earth relives our fears In trembling hearts. Folding your hands against your bosom So wide with tears escaping closed eyes, I can wear…
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For the thousand wordsLeft unspoken to the proverbial,Of a poet and his mark on the page,To a woman whose eyes danced to the meadow’s tuneOf a hundred sighs that were unbrokenBy rocks,I can embrace you,Beyond the running ocean,That to us,For the thirst of usWas each tear we could leave on the shore. BleedingAnd singingTunes that…
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To the pale skin,A void dripsTears to stain cheeks that were never taintedLike this,Like how the petals in your mouthEcho your lost screams.For to shower your existenceWith fireWill only seek to end the coldnessIn your relation. You have eyes that never burn a pathFor your naked feet to walk.You have shoulders, continually caressedBy the hand…
Modern Romanticism 