-
Keeping here,painted in smears,letting goof teardrops from a moonwhose face is that of a silver trace,whose presence waitsfor another night, seeing me, unanswered. Broken song.A wail from a throat,and in the reiterating of speech, I repeat what I thoughtwas never said, was never repeated, was never saidwhen we were never wed. It was said,a long…
-
Black curtainswere the lastarticle of our clothingto burn. Though, theyretainedthe same discoloration.A hundred flakes,a trail of smoke,they became. One blank pageinvites usto walk, to dine,to leave behindfootsteps that showwandering souls. One wavefrom an invisible hand,will let us dream,guiding us ontoa sincere riverto a calm ocean. Rebuilding a bridge,made possibleas a morning’s sunriselets us seewhat to…
-
Borders,a fortress of ruintells the timefor you, while youlet the white of winterguide your footsteps. Pieces of icereflect your history’searthen depravity. For you area single inch awayfrom filling a grave. You breathe,while you don’t knowwhy your lipsare open. You speak,pillaging meaningfrom the scarsadorning your heart. For fatalism,you struggle onwith a mindsetthat desertsyour future’s lightfor the…
-
Afterall,the endingdidn’t comelike what weexpected. Devising our symmetryto outlast distortion,feeling how wetrembled in lightof moving foundations. Our love died,mixed in with starlight.An empire,constricted to loseits breath. Up to death,we fell apart in ourlisted sequences,revising nothing while webroke everything. Tragic consequencefrom a timeinhaling the smoke,from a burning shelter. Our tearswon’t put outsuch flames. They’ll be the…
-
What were we,while holding handswith our scars? A challenged surrenderdrops our teardropsto flood a plain,to multiplyour stains. Indifference differsa state of stabilityfrom this paralyzing walkover an edgeinto a river. We’ve been lastingjust to keep driftingwith tattered sails,towards embittered defeat,consoling deceit. Coming to care,coming to sharea prayerto the starshad us kneelingon broken knees. We were too…
-
Colorful security.Green to your pastures,ice to your throatthat breathes inthe waterwhere you float,whenever you don’tever sink. Do you thinksuch sadness can thrive?That you can surviveif you’re simplyon the brink? You bloom petalsfrom a thousand cutson just two arms,depriving your heartfrom acute joy. It cannot be broughtto you, for youto recede to becomingsymptomless. Life is forever…
-
The closest tieput togetherdrowns,without a sound. Without a clash,without a traceto link backto fertile residue,I’m left with a gash,a looted stash. Nothing screamsunder this tide,while I’m followingpale ghoststo their sacred,harmonioushighway. I nourish meback to children’sdeafening laughter,bled from thin,dark-blue veins. I rekindle meover to a sunriseI must have missed,while revisitingan eternal storm. Morning is the callback…
-
Pour withinyour overdue epiphanythat sparks a lighton a non-existent night. All you imagineis what you revere,disabling joyin your contests. Bring inside,from a passing traina cure to absorb,bitterness to evictyour beloved sickness. What haven’t younot dreamed of,while kneeling in dirt,stricken with hurt? Run with screaming winds,telling your historyto those who listen. Race within time’s flowto let…
-
A cold flowcan be the one thingto dry these eyes.I’ll get back to seeingmy initial deprivation,to divorce from sanityas a grave game. I am shoutingfrom the bottomof a cliff,rebounding desperationagainst desperation. There are favorsI won’t returnonce the lights go out,in the act of waiting. There are statesI won’t revisit,preferring to reinforcea soundproof shelter. No one…
-
Painful burialfor a second timethrowing me into you,hoping to benear to you,merged withinthe grains. A futile attempthas me coming back upto see the sunlight,an orb that blinds,burns me to dislikeneeding to livein disconnection. I just entera shroud,your ghost,my storyflipping throughcountless pagesto see what Imight not know. I just tripover invisible wires,carrying a sentencedecided of a…
-
When you fall,let yourself gowith the leaves,when you leavein your autumnaldiscoloring. It’s the tragedyplayed outlike a symphonyfor a pale-blue oceanto decidefor you. It’s the weatherdisguising Heaven,flooding Hellfor vain relief. Run with the deadwho’ve run from life,escaping in an eternityof disbelief. An echoing cursereturns to remind youof what you didin reverse. It’s an idea,it’s all seamless,connecting…
-
When we’ve held hands,crying about our birthinto painful seconds,we’ve often failed to deliveron a single choice. To be here,reunited within waves,fabric that glistensover our carved out,renewed bodies. This time,we’re getting there,devoting our minutesto the momentsin a second chance. To be everywhere,not disguised to forgetwhy we’re strongenough to surrenderto the steps. Life has faced a nightmarethat…
-
It’s built to belike a shelterfor one,to shield from rain,from the noisecarried on the wind’sinfinite arms. Be welcomedinto the earth’smeasureless depth,its moldable darkness,beneath where facesfeed youtheir residue. Our teardropsare more like melted snow,instead of the rainfrom dark clouds. Your responseto our cold sadnesscomes as a memoryentwined in minds. These times are bornfrom the frost,from phantomsthat…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Modern Romanticism 