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Your Beauty

What do I see in you,

From your crown down to your toe?

The thoughts in your mind and your soul that’s true.

I shall tell these, so in words beauty does grow.

Your hair that falls

Like the fire in the Yosemite,

Does compare to the sword that guards the walls

Of Eden, held by that heavenly entity.

Your eyes that could allure

Conquerors into the thickest of jungles

My attention they adjure

And when I see them! Why, my heart stumbles.

And so my heart I base on yours!

For this year and then many more.

For man, would fight many wars,

Just for the beauty, in that heart I adore.

Your soul is the gold the colonizers sought.

It is filled with the glory they needed.

It is stronger and louder than guns with which they fought.

It is too good to be unheeded.

So, please do not abjure me.

Even if I’m not who you desire.

I will sit by you, lonesome but with glee.

For there I will write your beauty for the one you’ll admire.

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Celestial Binding

Oh seducer of tonight’s carven moon!

I wonder a lot of your whereabouts.

Do you understand where she rests at noon?

Morning hushes her looks in trace amounts.

You two have held a dance for many millennia.

Her devotion holds a orbit to you.

Relations have a gave her petechia.

Although to you these spots are not brand new.

She slowly drifts away in your ballet.

This generation of seeds cannot tell.

Some points of a centimeter per day.

Someday no one will see to say farewell.

I am seed you intoxicated land,

But you have become this way by my hand.

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Her Sonnet

A beauty’s face amidst the place of god.

She’s shining bright because tonight she knows

Her beauty lives for it is not a fraud.

Her grace and face is why I write my prose.

So as I breathe my Cheriche and hope;

You’ll love your face and not forget your grace.

It’s so much time to waste so you can mope.

But darling wait you'll be of heaven’s face

Because of you I now know what is blessed

Your face is like the roses picked from joy

Your grace and face is far beyond the rest

Because of this my words are not a ploy

I prithee that you wake so that you can take

As part of mind your glory is not fake.

(I apologize for any substandard stuff here. I wrote this in between classes and finished the last 6 lines at home. This is for my friend who thinks she isn't pretty even though she is. I may slow down my writing but I've been reading more to improve my writing and I hope it shows here.)

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Oh My Flower

Oh my flower, how beautiful.

Your grace isn’t found in other

Gardens, and that is provable.

You’re the best that I did discover.

Your grace is known as usual.

Not cause your beauty’s scrutable

But because you’re beauty’s mother.

You are far beyond suitable.

Oh my flower, how beautiful.

If you age, there’s no other.

There’s nothing that’s more beautiful

that a human could discover

So age on and grow my flower.

Oh my flower, how beautiful.

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Morning and Night

You of morning

And I of night

One side warming 

The other without warm light.

You sleep into the future

And see heaven's eye.

And leave room for no rumor

Of what is in the sky.

And I lay in the dark,

Admiring the stars.

Each individual spark

In that dark sky are like scars.

I know heaven

Likes to view its reflection

So I look at its mirror with joyful expression,

And I know we share that light from heaven.

Life begins to bloom with you

As soon as you rise

While we here rest waiting for sun’s breakthrough

While every creature lies.

So I prithee 

Spare me some of the light from above

And let us in the night have some, I plea.

So solemn this word is ‘cause you it’s void of.

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Apart

How we have been torn apart!

It’s something I can not stand.

I can see what we could be.

Yet, we are separated by sea and land.

Our friendship so unmoving

That god made us distant.

So we could not rise to him.

‘Cause we could make our own world in an instant.

I will greatly mourn your dearth.

The flowers I see bloom ‘cause

You had then shown them your face

They were forced to grow so they could give applause.

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Sculptor

My sculptor 

My great creator

The one who saw me 

When I was just a stone

I believe your heart was filled with love.

When you chiseled these bones.

You built my shoulders strong so they could hold heavens above.

And my body that takes years to wither away like stones.

But my sentience was a crime.

It was something I shouldn’t have been given.

Because I fear I’m

Not fitting into my sculptors vision.

So, I stand staring at the heavens

Hoping they will hear me

While the others admire and take impressions.

While I am aware of the cracks and imperfections in me.

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Untitled

So your soul no longer fits mine.

What am I to do?

That doesn’t mean our time was benign.

It just means our paths decided to skew.

Of course I won’t miss

What I will soon forget

‘Cause it's too much of a mess

To sit and fret

I know the world didn’t revolve around you.

It’s just that I allowed my heart to see it that way.

But I cannot hate it because it’s part of who

I was and how I let my life sway.

So what if your soul no longer fits mine.

I will figure out what to do.

I grew from that time of yours and mine.

There is hope to start anew.

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My Little Flame

I do fear your flame will be stomped or mained

lantern’s light will shine too bright and will burn  

Wax ‘till my little flame is burnt and strained

Oh! My light my flame for which I do yearn

I fear your face for reverence sake and more

So I take it only in mirror’s glance

‘Cause to disgrace your face with a look or

Weak glance from me is a crime to not chance

You soul shines bright like candle light in the night

But even then wax will singe and burn out 

God lost an angel’s face which won’t lose light

Even if lost, your face is beauty’s spout

My goddess which I silently worship

You are the peak of my connoisseurship.

(this is a sonnet structure but I'm too lazy to care about the iambic pentameter. I guess I should write Italian instead of English sonnets)

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Love?

So, what is love?

This thing that we chase.

Is it a gloriful gift from above?

Or, is it from a more strange place?

For I have seen love in the mountains,

And I have seen it flow into the brackish rivers.

Love even flowed in the most dry desserts .

More common than water, and chased like wealth; It must be life’s pillars.

So, if place doesn’t matter.

From where does love come?

Love even has many a actor

That plays the role as an excuse to be scum.

So love doesn’t have a standard.

Nor does it have a home.

Yet, people flee from their own substandard,

Leaving love abandoned and alone.

Which makes me wonder, how could a heart beat

To such a chaotic drum?

Knowing the possibility of being filled with conceit.

Knowing that it could be broken and left glum.

Yet all our hearts keep marching on.

Knowing the path isn't promised to last.

So, we musn’t question

We must make our own unique love the part that will last.

(I don't really care for this so forgive me if it's substandard but I wanted to post it still)

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A Life Without

A Life without you is life without.

‘Though I don’t seek thy divine compassion. 

I still hold to thee loosely so I’m not without.

My meandering Stupor brings satisfaction. 

Again I fell into Atrocity.

That is created by something divine. 

I blame myself with animosity. 

‘Though to you I yearn to consign.

Life with you in part is fine enough to me.

For I refuse to be niche and a cliché.

We’re of the same poles so I fear to push away ye.

That would then drag me down a former brae.  

You repulse to feelings that are concealed. 

So for your comfort I shall rest calmly.

This will give time for thoughts to be congealed

A life with your loss to me is costly.

Although I am thrown off by your odd ways. 

I hear tales of who took you in old times.

For I envy the soul who had those days. 

To discard you might be one of their greatest crimes.

I know you fear, so I will tread lightly.

The same fear that was given to us by our old. 

In eyes and ears I will rest quietly.

So, I will be ready to pounce once I’m told. 

‘Cause to your old master you are still bound. 

He has emancipated ye, be free!

For when you realize it will be confound. 

I amn’t a master but crawl to me. 

Although for now I’ll rest still and stagnant. 

My cascade of eagerness will be damned. 

I hate this era prior of coagment. 

For a life without is one to withstand.

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Morning

I took my time to wake.

My mind consumed by a deep blank.

Looking at the dusty stars on the ceiling I forsake.

I hoped that into my mattress I sank.

My morning reprieve

My hour of peace 

Only disturbed by those that leave.

I hope my floodgate of thoughts will cease.

But, I am no special soul.

I must drown with the others.

It is pointless to fight with no control.

Yet, I’d make it all change if I had my druthers.

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In the Eyes of Love

In the eyes of love up above.

No hate is seen in that far place.

Yet still, pain is a common case.

It's known like the call of a dove.

Because pain is the cost of love.

A part there is not much talk of.

We will scar eachothers faces

but we will live through this great race.

In the eyes of love

But our wounds we will soon erase.

And you I will not dispose of.

Now I will pardon a biface.

Because you were my heart's birthplace.

In the eyes of love.

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In You Lays My Strong Heart (sestina)

NOTE:

Hi! This was my attempt at a sestina. If you don't like long poems, I'm uploading a rondeau in a moment. (Btw sorry for puncuation I was half dead as I wote it)

There have been many a cloudy and stormy day in which my heart

Layed in desperation for something great amidst the clouds; in

Those dull and desolate times my heart needed a solution dovish and strong.

Although, high and low I searched I only found you.

Yet, I pondered and parried this horrible fate; for my

Heart lies in you, yours not in me, but in you my heart lies

Oh this dreaded realization and newfound consciousness! There will be many lies

Of which I will be forced to tell unto my poor sullen heart.

So, I must go to my home now and write my

Great rants, raves, rath, remorse and regret in

Goal to shake my heart's grand fixation, frustration, and admiration of you.

I am not like others; I wish not for love’s lips but release from my love so strong.

Blinded dare I say I am, it is so prominent and so very strong.

Like a grand mountain protruding from the land in which it lies.

Oh how I toss and turn in my bed, hoping you

Would even just maybe pass a thought to the shackles you have my poor heart

So deeply and roughly put in.

Many would say I am nothing but a fool. They grimace and scoff saying,”Oh my!”

I question myself,”How dare they say oh my!”

Have they not been fortunate and cursed enough to have a love so strong?

Do they not have some grand manor in

Which their large and fair love lies.

If that is the truth for all of man, I’ll be the first to owe my heart

quickly and fairly, I shall carry it all the way to you.

So, love I must beckon to you!

I must tell you something about my

Strong heart, my ever so strong heart.

I have told it for too long lies.

That, in-

In

You

Lays

My 

Strong 

Heart

Not yet, don't go! My heart lies in

You! Hear me! My heart lies in you.

My heart did lay in you, being so formerly strong.

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Oh Mother (Rondeau)

Oh mother, can you still hear me?

Am I now coming across clear?

I have carried my own sorrows,

But yours I’m still willing to hear.

Some may think it’s foolish to be

this forgiving and so, so dear.

However, it comes from so near.

My own actions and my own fear.

Oh mother

My tears aren’t hidden by my prayer

No matter the amount of ire.

How different now, is your plea?

Do you regret your harm to me?

Oh mother

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My Little Angel

Oh angel do not forget me!

Wrap me in your wings.

Hide me from these things.

If so, I will help you then see 

The things you are too high for.

The life you want.

The life they flaunt

To you, cause you they abhor.

It is not fault of yours or mine.

That you rival love.

That far from above

Was where you used to then chime

You outshined the sun so they did

Hate you for it.

God made you for it.

Don’t succumb, God forbid.

Although you did fall to their words.

And then I did weep.

I stumbled to sleep.

Hoping to wake from these nightmares.

And when I awoke the bird

Did sing our song

But not for long

As, the world no longer stirred.

My cup sat still.

I felt ill.

How did you break?

My little angel.

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Introduction/Introducción

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Hello everyone! I'm Corvin and I'm mainly here to write poetry and share thoughts. I've been learning Spanish for a bit more than a year now and may occasionaly write in Spanish. I'm happy to talk and speak with anyone, and I am not taking myself too seriously.

¡Hola a todos! Soy Corvin y mayormente estoy aquí para escribir la poesía y comparir pensamientos. Llevo un poquito más que un año hablando español y a veces escribiré cosas en español. Estoy feliz de hablar con quienquiera y no me tomo en serio.