romanticindeed
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Holding back –with one last tear,bringing me back to thosebreaths, vacant from whatemptied me, from love’s overdose. Abandoning that dark,reclusive, elusive stage.Holding in a heart, of its contents, for a song could not, should notscream of an emptiness,too loud – not loudenough, from pages,to wordless,worthless pages. Whether bedsheets, or curtains, blood getsheld back.No blood gets…
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Once more, consequentialto ignore that shared shadow.A glimpse, a raw occurrenceof what we sought –being wrapped aroundour evenings, dilated in eyes,running loose, with soiled bandages,fading with wounds,too new. We look forhidden chances,believing in beingcarefully selected,under heavy enterprise,with prices for love,with elements of disaster. We drop, lowin worth, in reminderof what we keep forgetting.Another tug at…
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Briefly letting. Staying, andovercoming that least urgeto resubmit, though I’ll letourselves, be endearedunder storms, where bliss can bewrapped around, as a bandage.I’ll let, these eyes flutter,casting themselves apart,from stinging smoke. What burned, though what’salways avoided, in our heat?Veins are spread, delicate,aromatic, apart to be violentfrom different horizons.Streaking sounds,deafening motions, high within, repeatedsensations of remorse. Coming…
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Consistency in distance.Constant in my usualpledges, of detailed remorse,laying a finger, loosened,stinging on ancient promise. Unexplored hallways, of a heartticking under a clock’s pendulum, keeping itself hanging. To another display,I would revive all those deadwords, rewriting lettersthat were never read. Without failure, I wouldgift additional unityto those waters, clasping withinall mirrors, all fragments, of reflections,I…
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There’s mimicry,among this collected imagery.I pull in, these waters –they’ve been reminding mehow much an ocean has grown, one of which, I set sailupon a form of countless holes. Who opened fire?Who let me sink,with only two handsto lend me, this rope? For too long,stumbling on answerafter unearthed answer, and stillsomehow, those wordswere speakingthrough their…
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Forced observation.Helpful, for whathas alreadybeen understood. Have youever lifted a heart,too wounded, to move? Move on,with those guesses,left behind. Within rubble,that was, always whereyou crossed invisible lines,finding me, insideblankets of shadows. I am bleedingfor another statement,empty to this misery. I am never findingthe cause. This current,broken element, emulating me. With nomessages, to be sent across,you…
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Chosen words.Worshipped promises.Don’t letyour streaming facego astray,letting empty letterspile higher. As your heartcarries you on, in debris,fold those pages. Don’t fold yourself. Remember eachfeint, each tragedyborn upon wicked palms.I was nothing more,than what could notbe brought through. You standat Heaven’s doorway.You’ve knelt,praying at frosted windows.Remember this, if onlyto realizean increment of knowledgethat cannot retreatback into…
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I come along. Answeringwith fever – closer, in theseweighted, pleasuring momentswhen I leave a lingeringdroplet, on your open mouth,for your awaiting glance, testing a ghostto disappear, again. Craving a tear,coming loose. Carvingtwistedness,among jealous eyes, as you were looking awayto see, to pleafor a thing not brought back. Memories lost, among sands,faded inside dusty photographs –blackening…
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Abandoned spark.Hoping. If everything can beall that we, carried in heart,time can stop. Let it be –another cessation at the demonstration,one more kiss, drawn inlike breath that moved a petalfrom a rose,hardened into bleak metal. Lowered eyes.Watering our earth,in our cries. Why elsecan what supports usbe shifting? Why else,with many more breaths,can our views, what…
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What’s closer,in the pain? A certain gleam,resides, delicate in your eyes,through tearsimagined to becrystallizing these blanketing,smothering memories. Whatever leaves youwatered, for gardens,for those that remain empty – you were for liquid, to raiseonly an ocean, from within yourfertile torture. Your wounds bury youinto your own skin.I want to love, if love wouldkeep you closerthan what,…
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All times, we co-exist,faltering before doorways,wary to our shadowsceasing to exit,surrendering to be stilled, upon knees. Faint. With pleas,with arrogance to whatwe will never please. Hand-held. Fingertips frozenon skin’s burning edge. I heat up, to ourocean of surroundings, pulling you close –close, to this disappearing light,kissing a smeared smile, as we blend into mirrors –reflections,…
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It wasn’t alwaysthat you were adrift,being lost, in a mother’s womb,seeking darkness, for your thumb,desperate for that embracewhere love can boil,can be foiled, or can rope you inwith everything to grant you. Simplistic, within. To kisses, with sweatrunning from half-opened eyes,while lips trace overscars, repeated in linesfor signatures, rewritten, and never erased,when you seewhere the…
Modern Romanticism 