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A man’s conscious mind demands that he gains in order to impress. This occurs first and foremost, for his subconscious mind demands that he passively search for love, and for the rest he desires most. A man’s weakness comes from his own subconscious, because his conscious mind had always been compelling him towards trivial gains,…
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Scarlet lipsAre to sing the tune of many yearsIn that same isolation,For it is the one that has kept you bleeding.Like a face that cannot smile,Because, its stone surface is un-moving.Like your face that does not smile,Because, you’ll only grip the stones, held at your throat. Your isolation,Your place among the ocean,With a face that…
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Make the rain wash meFrom this idle pain.For she has gone down, like a starWhose light could not hold itselfUp, among the dark. She shivered, before she expiredIn my hands, in the night.I fell two drops from swollen eyesThose, that have cried many nightsInto the ground, into the soil, and into the Hell I call…
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Your eyes carry the shiverThat I have welcomed with the warmth.The heat, from your conceit,The bleak tresses that rain, to your shoulders and neck,The love that opens itself wide, upon a bed made of stone,And I am natural to admit,That I could not commit. Could not commit,To the Devil between your legs.I was within it,…
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As I grew with thorns to my very face,There was the skin of you,Laced in the venomOf a thousand ways to be lonely. Painted by the pain, that grew up next to youAs another woman.Love can only be pressed into your heartBy the Hell, that would never startThe flames, without my Heaven to bind the…
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Pleasures sometimes, and only sometimes,Stifle themselves,Upon our walks through boarded passageways and times alone,When we may see the shores with its naked sands,Fused like longing upon longing.What will the seas become, without the sands beneath?As scarlet as your lips,We are lone with only our shadowsAmong depravity.We dwell, in faraway eyes, over those oceans, and their…
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Too many sighs were in our mirror,Blowing the kisses that would pledge nothing.Gratitude was upon your naked lips,As shadow once drained from your eyes.This mind of mine, is miserable,As I’ve forced it to be. A dreadful field of longing and plight,Is now before our very sight.The woman you are, is now the girl you’ve become,Without…
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Have you found what you needed mostBeneath the star and tinsel?We both once shared hands, to dive withinThe sea and its shining surface,So that we could send kisses to each other’s faces,Beneath that blueness,Beneath that openness.And yet, we stand beneath the tree with its most mournful appearance,And gaze with eyes upon each lit bulb, each…
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Together, and nowWhen we will allowOurselves, to spit upon the blight,The doubt,That held us back,There is green upon the leaves, when autumnal frost still cakes them.I am in belief, that this love will flourish, with a crown of blood droplets,Rubies, tears from the form,And sapphire, tears from the face.We are together, in arms, forever…To bleed…
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My personal disposition for waiting, has become a tiresome one. I recoil at the task, itself. And why is this? It is because I have waited too long, for something to arrive. My beloved. Too long have we been apart, and now she is far, still too far, and for this, I loathe waiting. Spread…
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Love is a wing, and I have been caressedBy it, by the hip that I hold,By the lips, bold in red. By the few lashes that extend far from eyesThat are tinted in bluish contrast. Beloved, so loved you are, beneath me,As I am above, I see you,Your face and your eyes, and your breastCurves…
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Fall down to ask,What will come to be,And lay down to bask,In the warm waters of fallen tears,Hurled from Heaven, laid in untold truths.You have sympathies growing large,And held memories upon a swollen shoulder.My eyes do see,What is meant to be,A beautiful memory.One beautiful memory kept ahead,So pleasantly. I light the way for us to…
Modern Romanticism 