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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…
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What I devotefrom an imperfect heartmade out of iron,are the perfect edgesof a diamond.I’m not beggingfor an eternitywhile I’ve knownit was alwaysa moment insidedelicate reach.I’ve come downwith a weightto leave in the dirt,dedicating brittle,honest presenceto unite.Hold out your hand,glistening from tearsyou’ve let flyfrom half-open eyes.Hold out your heartfor this starlit adoration,under an infinite skymatching our…
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What holds youlike chains, stuck for miles?Braking on the edge,driving with a limitto your miles.Walk over fire,like I do.Burn with the bridgewe will build,while quiet pleasurebecome loud.Float overwhat you recognize,while momentsbecome memoirs,evidence or testimonyto this tale.Walk on wires,like I have.These conductive circuitshave been pulsingfor far longerthan we’ve been breathing.Burn your bridge here,lose your tearsthat we…
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It’s an evening’s rideinto the mist,delivering agonyfrom where it sparked,from earlier onwhen the tide rose.In this heatof an hour’s rush,I am with the speedof one startled glacier,for I’m collapsinginto an echo.The mountains call back,the lakes are ripplingto shimmer facesreflected back,reminding me that Ishould go back.I keep onin the same wayI let the wound bleed,receiving warmthfrom…
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Your designationwithout just a quiet,almost absent,voice of deliberationhas drawn your doomin the dust.Sadness speaksafter you lost your fire.Love has forsakenyour once bright eastside,because the morningrefuses to dawn.Dreaming in the daywhen much is in disarray.Screaming to be heard,crawling to be seen,but nothing and no onereceives your hand.An embittering memorialall this becomes,walking on unreflective glass,wading in freezing…
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All in the shade,kisses keeping lowthe blue from us,a choice madeafter a sessionin a storm.Green meadowsare far out of reach,while we decayin a gentle embraceof death’s way.Striving for eonsthat won’t relievehow we’ve seethed,blinded to tearsthat revisit.Monochrome oceans,mouths that begfor the sun’s returnwhile we drift on,while we’re mourningin the morning.This isn’t anythingto be rowing for,while dirt…
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Bold blackon the white contrast,I’m writing an ageof fossilized,buried tales.There are thosewho must find outwhere I’ve been,what I havebecome.There are thoseleft in the dark,for I believedtheir ignorancekept them clean.It was when a teardropfell in the directionof where I kneltthat I rememberedtheir hearts.It was when their lipsspoke of what Iwas instead blinded bythat I recalledthe entire…
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I walk amongmiles of wilted brush,getting cut from thornswhere blood didn’t needto ever rush.I have been losing it,for the time whenI won’t be needing it.There’s this sandfalling throughoutstretched hands.There’s my fingertipsburning like the edgesof melting candles.Beyond the grave,I’ll find what Ifailed to save,forming warmth out ofa forgiving fire.It’ll melt the icethat wrapped this torn,shivering body.It’ll…
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Caging in water.A phantasmal rushis the ghostyou feed with a fever,a cold-hearted exaggerationfor fewer thoughtsto consider.There’s blood,running far fromits enemybeing the floodwalled within.Can you correctyourself, within yourmaze of indecision?Tracks will soon beall that’s leftto remind youthere had been a road.Can you screamonce petals become dust,when your limbs turn to rust?You speak clearlywhen thunderstorms are loud,but…
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“Do more with less” is how the saying goes to define minimalism. Although, how was this initially observed? It had to be in knowing that the average person doesn’t know what to do with more. Then, in encouraging a person with less not to strive for more, a divide gets carried about between those with…
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Thick vaporexits from an open,eager pair of lips,for I’m holding onto what I brought inon its knees.Distortioncomes from the daysleft behind,left to drag ontheir stubborn presenceas phantoms.They’re in,until they’re outfrom ebonyto ivory.They’re floatingupon the same lanethat I’m walking.They’re disguisedin long trails of smoke,from burned pagesdetailing history’spained conclusions.I’m asking for a cureto keep sickness absent,if not…
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Golden tongue,silver streamseluding starlightunder dreadful dreams.With more you reckon with,the more that you weepwith a pair of eyesshowing no mercy.For you to speakmeans to whisper,means to never changestories shared,skin flared.For you to be,without what weightpresses againstyour deformed heart,means to not.This worldis never to your likingwhile you’re rainingall the oceansof their waterthat cannot quench.Build your cityof…
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You’ve been drenchingyour outstretched handsin damp soil,inside those spotsyou devote your toilto the stormsthat follow.For fallen rain,for crytallized leavesrozen without winterto leave its white,drawn-out immaculacyfor you to ruin.You transfer pain,from yesterday’s eveningfor tomorrow’s morningyou pledge safetyto sorrow.Lights on a roadgo out from your breathsexpelled from a pairof rotting lips.When will you fuelthe better heatfrom within…
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Modern Romanticism 