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We have no more love For either of us, So what is left? What is left, but the paranoia? What is left, but the shapes That spiral about my mind? I held upon your hand, for your dear life, We held upon life, for our dear existence. Without love For its pangs, Without love For…
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Do not run From the dragon, Withered thing. I am still amorous And in need of the kiss Upon the jaws of mine, A skeletal one. What beauty exists Else in this world, besides to devour All that tastes sweet? Blood is mixed with marrow, And scents are ripe with the wine And the cream.…
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What was it About the quantity That made you Closed to the quality? A heart Does not fit in a pocket. Your eyes are going to be the last To leave my sight. For when suffering is gone from me I have nothing left to hold. You were the raindrop To catch. Though, bitterness will…
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I am against,And far belowThe deep eternal,Where kisses hold me down,And love makes me drown.Kisses red,Kisses grand,And washedUpon everything dead.Every heartComes alive. Veins burn in wrists, to be kissed,Hands to be kissed,Hands to be held. Love washesA soothing flame,Upon everythingRelated to disdain.Its tasteIs a bittersweet one,Full of challenge,Full of tears,Nothing so alike it, when kisses…
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Kiss me true, Kiss me deep, in the blue Where fire cannot reach us, Where hatred cannot despise us, Where the moon will always soften us, Where the sun will always warm us, Because, haven’t we, already? Haven’t we kissed, And haven’t we made bliss An admiration of beauty? My love, Do not listen to…
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I led you into scenery Unbounded by hope, While you were bruised by life’s curse That twisted your form. You came through the rotting halls, Crafted by rotting fingers My face in its agony Had startled you. You expected the serenity Of two peaceful doves. What you received was the openness of further wounds, For…
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Beside where I may carry my painDown the longest valleys among the softest winters,There is escape only in what makes me quakeUpon when I shed tears to fill the EarthWith lake after sorry lake. Love held a purposeTo gather me forward. I was upheld by a ropeWith you, in tow. Like mice, we fed upon…
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What will he make of his rage While it is so frank, When it is so blank? For no reason His anger comes on To the one, once loved. For no reason He feels a surge, A tide, The terrible effort to control, For he cannot restrain. How does a man Form chains using his…
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Desert meUpon the frozen wastes,Beautiful woman, with heavy heart,And faceless expression.You have encountered too much, to see what I will become,Another parasite to drain lifeFrom hearts meant to be kept in books,Of memories that are laced in passion. No more futures to soil,Please do notPlea to me, to stop,For my body rotsAs you stare, to…
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No one had created the skies Embedded in blue As the children’s view of summertime, Like you. No one was so beautiful as you, Tiniest one. For when I swiped teardrops away From your tired eyes, I was left open, To dip my chin And drink from your heart. No one had looked so lovely…
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Drop whatever is troubling you, Beautiful one. The world and its pain, Soaked in Mother Earth, Has been left to me. We are not here to bruise ourselves, With dissatisfaction. Only by the whip of love Can we enslave ourselves, and confine ourselves In something more than bliss. Marriage is a haven, that piles itself…
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The face so delicate in the storm Of her heart, Wrenched in the loneliness Of where land meets betrayal. She is the Earth, So natural in her state When wanted to be left alone. We see the forests the same, Cut down, Only to repair itself, when alone. She goes to study her grief, Deep…
Modern Romanticism 