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Love is spottedAcross your heart, as the empowered longingTo see everything meant to be,Yet couldn’t be. I was in you, upon a time,With breath upon every bone in your form.You breathed over me, in the past whenWe knew love for the fields, and their scenery. I am still in you, am I not?The little memories,…
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Words are the very chords Echoed out from somewhere deep, Plucked upon heartstrings, in the fullest moon. Love lifts clouds Away from your tired face. Love replaces them With the blushes of a sunset, vivid and wild. Breathe deep, those notes I will come to hear them Even in my most hazardous trials, Because, you…
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Twist the velvet Wrapped around your curving shoulders. And breathe me a kiss That is laced in the wine from our evening. Your eyes hold a subtle Hint of what I’ve come to notice About you. Just the fevered rays of a sun that I’ve been lacking. Just the warmth of something meant to be…
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In May of 2018, I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 at a hospital, during a time I was weening off an anti-psychotic medication. I suppose that during the process of weening off that dreadful drug, I developed Bipolar 1. It affects my writing by keeping it in two directions: an “aggressive” side, and a “sensitive”…
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The absence of a doorTo the entrance of my heartMeant forTwo rooms to be the spacesTo exit both waysOr to enter both ways. She came in through, one before the other,First to enter,And then, to kiss.She came in through the absence of a door.It was just a mere entrance to my presence,For her to see…
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Wild as the petals upon the meadow’s edge Your cheeks grew to be the distant sunset, The color of love. A long blush held me captive As I was held in awe, I took what gaze I could find. From two eyes, I merely saw one Staring back, for the eye I saw to be…
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Where love showers Petals atop the held hands, From eyes, from skies, Dropped from musings, Deep in a gaze, While we are deep in a haze. Love flowers on a face, I have come to trace For each curve to her cheek, And each curve to joyous tears.
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Familiarity growsTo what I see,Behind the curtain, eyes seem to glowAs the roses atop the motioning sea.Love is aflame in her face,For me. Beauty has draped itself overWith a curtain, to blind me to see,Nipples as garnets atop porcelain flesh,Breasts as the hanging tears, raining from beneathHer treasured gaze.What a blaze atop her form, smothered…
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Every woman’s smile But yours Is only a crack in the bottle I’ve carried. On the long roads I’ve endured Nothing but an absence. Every taste of your lips Is nothing to compare to bitterness.
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Feel the currents Running through Palm atop palm In the frozen mist Becoming gentle gravity. To weigh us down, We’ll both kiss.
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Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you, that delicately speaks. I see redness in everything beautifulAbout you.My…
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How does the man behindThe counter feelFor the drunk he is feeding a bleakness?For the job, he is misleading.And,For the drunk, he is leading. Love is the hope within the bottleWhere no liquid resides.Just a message of hopeFor the man attempting to run along the roadWith fire behind him.The man behind the counter will still…
Modern Romanticism 