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As I crowned you plentyWith smiles owing up to Heaven,Your arms that now embrace the lifeless voyageTo an eternity in peace,You still part a mouth for a silent kiss. In your barren glance,I see a painted reflectionOf me, in a mind that grows deep,Reaches highUnto the sunset and sky. I crown you with a wreath…
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Drunk on me, As I drink you. You are the fountain of retaining youth, As I leak my old foundations to your warm center. Bleed out, for the both of us, As I will, too. Your hair is a stream, Your fingers are unfurled, Your words are a long walk Upon chapters in our existence.…
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Mirth Gives birth To new arrangements Of bright lights. Your kisses dance atop My skin In this velvet morning. Dream with me The newcomers Who change their smiles When they switch their miles. We shall not Interpret the world for its disaster, Though for its revival, When we walk along bloody shores, Guaranteeing the Earth’s…
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Your even tracesSpill wild graces.I am fixed upon the moonOf your prettied face.To then, your form beyond,To see, the great details beneathA changing expression. You have formed your formOut of ivory.I have tasted its sample,Of leaking perspiration. You battle quiet momentsWith fervent joy.You resound the chapters aloudOf our breath beneath the water. I taste of…
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“My mind is not the greatest place to be. But, if you read one of my books, that’s exactly where you’re going.” – Sam Krieg (The Secret World)
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Trace your ground,Smother that soundOf years that belong to yesterday.There is too much at stakeFor you to break. I wed, through the sonnet,Your fabled face,In its truest grace.I speak syllables that matter mostTo the epitome of what is close. The gates surroundUs,Where we walk beyond the shore.We get undressedTo the rain, that stains our forehead.…
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Under scarred landscapesOf greatest heartbreaks,I quiver,As I shiver.The love I left upon the dirt,Grows with thorns, replacing hurt.The dust that settles in the sky,Was lifted from below, to sorrow’s goodbye. I lose what I kept inside,I give all I felt was mineTo the blue pieces of a Neptune showerIn oceans that leave me to cower.…
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How long can we lastIn truly loving contrast?Beauty enshrines the worst defeatLeft laying in the cruelest sleep.I am enthroned upon the seat of God,Where dreams are stagnant in dark caress. Your face smilesWith gleam for show.I falter in sadness,Dancing low. Love is the open woundOf vein receiving thorn,Of vein receiving syringe,Of vein receiving the glass.…
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What comes down, what comes downTo the town, to the town.She rode horses, their backs unguarded.She drove fires, her eyes, they sputtered.She connected back to song,Back to Heaven’s fields, so long. I grew grief from velvet thorns,Hardened in my palms so tornBy the silk of her breathless formThat takes to a world of tears, forlorn.…
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Currents befall the stark wildernessChanging seasons in felled loneliness.I grew my pledge from a covered thornDrew my knife in fields so worn. The slaughter I suffered in kinshipMakes sadness remember in friendship.Love lies on lakes that hurlThe giants to the bested pearl. She knew my mockery to be plenty,With roses that grew so empty.Lore fixated…
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He has done no goodUpon the day of your arrivalTo his wretched arms. Your sadness,Your criesShould remove the cloak of coldness. Release yourselfFrom his grasp.Tear yourself, from his clasp. Remember me,When the sun risesOver the shore’s sparkling currentBleeding in from beneath. Remember the wordsI have offered you,When death stalks,To make you insecure.
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You once grew currents,To be let free from despondent eyes.You once cried in aghast tantrums,Losing your sanity with each surmise.You once faded into memories of men,Who had treated you poorly. Poor thing,Welcome upThis new evening,For I have set a bird upon your shoulderThat chirps for the newest morn.You have felt somber, in the need to…
Modern Romanticism 