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Stricken heart, Where are you In this torment? You were loved by a sickness Of something higher Than what brought you low. A beauty so faraway Leaves my hands full of clay To sculpt this empire of scorn From eyes that are eaten and worn. Days are ripped From the future’s tip Atop the precipice…
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Poem Titles: Due for the Delicate Kiss A Drawbridge to You Love’s Wishbone A Celebration of Love and Drunkenness When Fires Shares its Words Withdrawn and Withheld To Brush a Tear Aside Lust has an Open Image My Eyes Show Tears Alive, and Unwell Candles Melting Against… Blossomed Breast Grant Him His Fortune Love, by…
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“If the body is the guard to the vulnerable self, then it is the sight into the eyes that will see the mind. Lust, for the form. Love, for the mind. We are sane, in love, and insane, when we feel the love slipping. We desire control, yet we cannot douse the flames of defeat…
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Sweetest pain Comes to take Any remnant of you From the bitterest world. Love was never the trip spent well, For I did find my comfort in Hell. You spit forth tears, in your missing passion, While I spit flame, atop buried sensations. A planet held high Over where you did die In a place,…
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I’ll not leave this serenade Of loneliness, Leaving dripping tears Upon the hollowness of my stare. You can draw the blinds closed To comfort me, Though I’ll remain To hold close the pain, The holes That are shattered marks on my heart. I’ll not drown my grief In a greater belief That I can lift…
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Love is the Devil’s unkindness In the arms that float on To the next expected devotion. She will Sink on in gravity’s mask, As a face descends upon her, again In the Earth’s collapse. I pleaded Blood to be kept In veins, When all was stolen in a mere second To the guided winds of…
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Swaying upon the anchor, I am, While you are lifted To incredible heights. Your lips Pressed against the palest blue, While I am still An eclipse away. The light in my heart Has faded Into distant blackness. You are the fear I have come to endear With trembling fingertips, Tormented gaze. I will never stop…
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Of elegance in serene landscapes Atop your form in the expression Of what grows, There are lakes for gleams, With eyes that never seem To stare with much discomfort. You are the ocean, As I am the boat That glides above you. There is no storm to press me down, To pressure you. Your evenness,…
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“She raises that head, to reveal the streaming face of hers, running as painful flames, as lava, from two eyes like twin suns. As though the fire in her was the only thing to raise the face, revealing the same trickles, the same tendrils, both in tear stains and expression.” – To not Sink a…
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Wield me In your verse, In your river Of words spilled upon the platter Where servants come to take For those deserving Of our pleas, of our cries. Tears have formed the streams for us to walk On manifestations. Beauty is the open trail While sadness leaves itself to be The guttural wail. I hope,…
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“In a world full of towers, only their shadows make themselves the blankets over what cannot sprout.” – Modern Romanticism What becomes of a person who is encouraged to feel good of themselves, not care for what others think of them, and to be their own person? They become the one who never yearns to…
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One is meant to come to a Therapist for an answer, not for a question. A mentally unstable individual lacks mental clarity. What is a Therapist, if not representing a leader? Therapists are meant to be like the leader, offering that route the mentally ill individual is so desperately desiring. That question, which is, “What…
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