romanticindeed
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Make your standhigh above the delicate rush,the evening pushto be carved in sands,painted, strokedin asymmetrical disaster. Waves came in, faster,drawing your head to a sea,to see what could notbe believed. You’ll crush what remainsas always itself, ample.It eluded arms, that swingtheir embrace, aroundempty air. At first, hearing a cryin a shell, outside your own.At last,…
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Another breath,full of smoke. Full, with remedies,reigniting certainties,realizing fatalities, upon thatinborn rush, running with clogged veins,fleeing with uncontrolled fire,returning with unresolved desire,leaving after going through,without you. I wake up, surrounded by walls,hung with unfamiliar portraits.I stand up, embracing a ghost,hearing heartbeats bounce from cornerto darkened corner, with fevers eruptingin spaces where prayers went,came back, unanswered.…
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Stirring withinall our contemplations,dreaming of nights, whenfascinations can blurthemselves, within faceshaving vanishedof their remorse. To all thoseworsened feelings,we hold onto teardropslike we’ve ever been heldin arms – like oarspaddling us back,in a drowning embrace, reliving a misguided tension,finding pain a relieffrom a helpless pair of wings,flying without directionin those cloudless skies, for happiness is no…
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Who made it soclouds were shaped to becurtains, covering uswith showers of repression? We are painted blackwith ink, of our grief,writing letters to a smothered Heaven,weeping for something beneath,caught between our feet,given desire between our knees. A displayof completeness, of hollowness,for what is leftin this drift? Here are used upexpressions, from faces,of those that weremeant…
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Carrying this. What is it,but a gesture I have made, before?I have left you a trail,sent over a lightless shoulder,like a tumbleweed,carried by heated winds. As you clingonto a rock, ontosomething that keeps youalways guessing. It rewrites you,over again, as remakesof your broken soul. It rapes you. Rewiring you,in tethered reconnection,in sinful resurrection. Attached. Like…
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Born. I had come,bringing tears, into yoursteady arms. I have answeredyour prayers, under dim skies,though you alwayswondered why. You always gave intodoubt, with never a truthto be covered, when it everhad been spat insideyour open mouth. There, with open arms,with nothing more for yourselfto see, as a place full of harm,because you have gonewith sickness,…
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I keep openbooks – ones that haveyour eyes, your face,a mouth that tries to speakas it fails to breathe, streaming crimson across a skyline,burying light inside a heartthat falls, naked, inside crisscrossed arms. When you limp forward,I leave a heartbeat backwards,stilling you, for a moment,to believe the everything of me,in your struggle to release. With…
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Whose loss, with whose visionfinds us, dark, in our surroundings? We are losing stones,in letting them fall into rivers.Our reflections do not matter,for our arms never carried muchwhen spilling solid tears,into everythingthat continues to flow, sideways, always sideways,on identical pathways. On separate highways,we have lost, with tunneling vision,seeing across, and losing spacein every direction. Wandering…
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Heartfelt vapor.Turning keyin a doorway that heldeverything. Although, nothinghad ever kept our signals crossingbefore we sheltered,beneath leaves, under an embraceof fog – merely a melted curtain,about us, blinding usinto drifting gray. Where were we to go? Among all those twisting roads,our veins led us nowhere,while shadowsbled us, everywhere. We are belonging – to stayinside this…
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Love stays presented,stilled, like a cadaverrotting under a dim sunlitevening that won’t evercompletely wilt, even if you find me fadingfrom your streaming eyes. Go blind, in your tears, fall behind, in your fears. I’ll be here, saving earth,burying empty space before youstep inside, with fervent grace,with an outline to trace. Even in death, you are…
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Flavors fullof all corners brought close.Back then, those letterswere mirroring usin deathly words. Back whenwe were lost, together,under a ceilingthat came around,sealing us inside an envelope,and sending us down, holding us down,bringing us aroundto see what scars we closed,yearning to never reopen. We’ll be here, choosing toignore our rapid cries,repeated liesto have a token of…
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Loose pebbles.Wonderment. For a second,I thought you were listeningto me, screamingunder colder blankets,than what’s outside, than even what’s insidethis form, full of bloodmelted from ice. Will you ever burnfor another moment more,to bring me warmth,to turn apartthis unbecoming anguish? Sanity will bring meapart from me, back to whatstill shelters meeven in misguided guidance,away from whatstagnates…
Modern Romanticism 