October 2022
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Walk your hurdles overto surrender yourself tothe chase. Every inchthat leaves you more amused,you’ll find what awaits youin a place that does notdefine your space. You haveonly succeeded inreusing old playgrounds. Step on flowersif it makes you excited,if it drives your thrillpast the moonwe both aimed for. Scorn the sunthat ignites your flesh,reveals your wounds,blames…
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Here’s to what bledand burned, fated from rustinto a stream of sleepless dustfor washed out eyes,from extinguished sighs.I’ll hide behind these shadows,pretending you’re here,seeing snow as onlyanother chapter to grow. I find that our worldwas built to count meteorsfalling like teardrops,finding their placelike water for a rose.I sensed an apocalypse,before you shelteredin dreaming darkness.I sensed…
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For you, I will remainholding your handin growth, in sickness,beside a bed decoratedin blanketing shadows.You surround, as contoursto reflective puddlesbrought down for my feetto dance upon,to catch a newest drizzlefrom sobbing eyes. I hold your rain in my heart,your hand, even whenwe are realms apart. I embed your stains like black puddleswithin rivers, where grief…
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I never forgotto pull bliss from your heart,to heal your naked woundseven while you lay,asking me to let you drownwhile covered in silver,connected to that centerpart of a familiar roomwhere our screamsturned from ivory to shadows. I never forgotto remove furniturecoated in your presence.I left my heart in a closet,keeping my mind paranoidthat your sighs…
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If I neverfell at your feetto cry your namein a long line. If I neverresisted these tearsthat carry me nowhere,I might have kept on. If I neverchose to watch youwilt like oceans could notwater your barren garden.If I had alwayskept sand from exitingbetween fingertips,like those words of promiseI let stray like dandelion seedsover infertile deserts.…
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Those wraparounds,bold curves. Wide in swerves,undressing in shadows,dressing in lace.Broken hands come around,embracing poison of sweat,water of lily pads. Between you, to bewithin you, I hold all ofyour declining droplets,meant for my mouthscarred from absence,meant as a substanceto feel like real presence. I bring you down to softnessfrom those rocks, cloggedin your eyes. I help…
Modern Romanticism 