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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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I abide byyour sole passageinto deliverance,outside of repeatedstillborn exits.You can thrivein these arms.You can do morethan survivein this hold.It’s an eternityto commit to,under delicate rain,far from punishment,far from pain.Extend your trail,to stand before an altarwhere I have broughtour circles of gold.Come forward from mist,turning your ceilinginto the sky.Yours is a faceto keep rememberingwith hands held…
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It wasn’t our timeto wait for,reliving a crude connection,revisiting a stormthat sinks our anchors,before our eyes.We were meantto plummet, to seeinto depths, for our beliefin one cemented path.We ended updigging our nailsinto earthen flesh,tricking deathinto letting us livewithout grace.We were meantfor a different avenue,not an escape routeto soften our descent.The hard crushhad been our opportunityto…
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Deprivation’s mark,a trademark with evidenceequal to one’s depth.I’ve been bereavingover this messagesent out, with flagspinned to headstones.I am bleedingthe waters I must cross,with the pain that singson an ocean of grey.Bitter flavorfrom iron coatings.Sinister fervortramples over grainspiled upon humanity’slimited remains.I sting under sunlight,surrounding myselfwith slow-moving glacierscapturing the night.There are otherswho’ve dreamed beyondthis recurring nightmare.They are…
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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 years?Braking on the edge,driving with a limitto your miles.Walk over fire,like I do.Burn with the bridgewe will build,while quiet pleasurebecomes 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 answer,the lakes are ripplingto shimmer facesreflected back,reminding me that Ishould turn around.I keep onin the same wayI let the wound bleed,receiving warmthfrom a…
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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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Modern Romanticism 