Writing
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While the new moon rises, May I see what troubles you? We bleed the same color As that silver orb, above. We spill the same tears As we ever did Since we were children. Love has kindness, Love has blindness. I will kiss you, with every ounce that I forget Of our shame. A shameless…
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Little love affair,Goes with the airAnd the scents carried to hearts.I am in love with skin so fair,And eyes that stareInto the open chest of one man, as meSo undone and cleanOf his shame. God has entitled meTo wed thee,Upon this blessed eveningBeneath trees that are gleaming. I have bled new vesselsFor new thorns.This pain…
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Beloved, The greatest of tears Are still yet to be spilled. For our cries Have created the waves We send forth to other lands. We have not created the lake For both of us. To be seated at its edge, To see the sunset that is destined for the pledge, For the devotion, To bleed…
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The world is heavedAtop delicate and caressed mounds.The shoulders I have placed my handWhen your comfort receded youTo back away from itAt a time in peril. Love was always thought of by priests and nunsTo be that which is to amazeAll those who embrace its presence.All I see from youIs the woman who wishes to…
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Caution meAround your formThat shows no sight of faltering.Deep in the heat,Deep in the waves.My steps are not as gracefulAs your own,Little one.You’ll find pain in what I revealOf me. Like two stars,Your eyes have shown me a twinkling lightTo guide my path ahead. Like the bravest of children,You have drawn the heavy breathsTo be…
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It endedIn the most imperfect direction.A road most traveledBy people at their least devotion.I held on,For the life of her,But Nature had other plans,Nature afflicted herWith something I could not repair. Oh, why Death is never the debater!I could have a discussion,I could end DeathThrough negotiation.I could speak words, blacker than ever Death wasTo the…
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Lay down for me,As I have commanded.There will be a flood upon thee,My child.You are the eternal fortuneTo my dreams,Wet in fragrance,And wet in tears. Your form is in crystal,Agleam, before my very eyes.Fragrance liftsTo my nostrils,For I found you in the sunrise,When dew dropped over your cheeks. Stay down, for me,I will come over…
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Love shiftsWhen it steps overThe dividing line,The line that divides symmetryTo be broken in its shift.Love is two steps aheadOver that line.Centered in itself,And soon to be dividedAnd broken,When beauty masks reality. She’ll falter in her desireTo see the Kingdom rise, around her,Like love had always held handsWith destiny. A line,Broken, like words stepping over…
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Sometimes, to love, I hear the record playing a certain song To bring tears upon my open palms. I only want to feel, So that I will not conceal, Everything not meant to be the shield In the vulnerability of what I wield. I wield the woes, As I listen to the sounds of crows,…
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He went to her, Nestled and torn In the brink of morn, Where a fanciful sheen was upon his temple, And whirlwinds were above her In a mind deranged by chaos. Love was wanting from her feathery arms, Love was warning him to be upon her In everything noted of her darkness. He went to…
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The poem and its petals, The poet and his tears, Laced and draped Over every word. Like love had a story to tell For the reader’s sight Upon page, drenched from pen And a fragment of shelved sadness, Deep in the poet’s mind. He falters upon her memory To see what should not wake up.…
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Such skin, Drenched in porcelain sweat. Porcelain in show, And lifeless as snow. A fever had accompanied thee, And lifted you away from me. I have taken away the sheet, To see the woman I once kissed, Before death came to grasp The pieces from me, The soul from me, The heart from me. Such…
Modern Romanticism 