Poetry
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I sever disconnectionto bring backan invisible lineto surge me.I surrender the shellI’ve called home,forgetting the echoesthat kept me ashore.Here comes a shiplost without its lighthouse,hoping to find shelterin the presence of another.Just as lost,just as wantingof a face to funnela reflection through.It becomes unchangingeven in the fall,even among the leavesof autumn’s age.Were we dreaming thisbefore…
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Simpler wordsare kept to the backof your throat,while you spill rainfrom a tight connectionto overhanging clouds.As dark as your eyes,you feed them significance,channeling your volumeinto the floods.The tide comes,once more.When will you decideto set sail?The dead told youto keep living.Their last breathscan become the windto help your shipbeat the waves.To worship life,you need to endyour…
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Stars dot a journeyupon an endless debateover whether to dineon the darkness,or the light.In looking up,I’ve seen shadows formingfrom nowhere,taking over everywhere,once I level my sight.There’s a stellar avenuewhere I’m breathing.Hurricanes are causedbecause of howI can’t slow my pace,can’t find grace.In looking down,there are oncoming wavesthreatening to drown mein tears I never knewI’ve released.I’ve sent…
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Nothing but the straypieces of commitmentkeep you attachedto rosier sights.They’re a mere memorylasting longer,than the pauses betweenyour breaths,your heartbeats,your thoughts.Come up to thunderbefore you miss it.Here’s an afternoonraining petalsover your bruised,discolored shoulders.Here’s a time to hopewithout letting goof what sparks can achievebefore you release themto be on your leash.
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Binding it notupon that bittertaste of yesterday.Burning it on,to upkeep pleasure,to fuel an endeavor.I’ve envisionedwhere we can be,if we ever misstep.We’d exit an imperfect,scarlet circle.The moon will guide us,the sun will save usin the morning,once our paralyzing tearsturn into better years.Your hand is to take,your heart is to quakeamong these hourswe are sacrificingto earn an…
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Another nightto be the rubble,added to the pilelying underyour gaze.You’ve beared fruit,without adheringto reality.Life awaitsin another realm,outside your beliefs.You’ve martyredyour unconcealedmoments,desiring the crumbsover the meal.You’ve died repeatedlywithout achievingthe Heaven you need.Hell will be askingfor your affection,until you disapprove.There are many daysto smile for,to not denyhas all the flavorsto be the colorsfor your sky.
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Anticipationhas stretched sensationover this featureless,smooth complexionof mine.I am in aweof what I’ve craved,laying beneath me,spread like waterswith its wavesthat never crash.Our significancein surest unityhas become defined,with its piecesonce like loose vapor.Your skin unleashes me,invites hands to surroundyour value as a treasure,as a feast for my senses.For tresses that falllike ashes in the wind.With breath this…
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A warning speaksfrom your beloved moon,telling you to ascendinto the blossoming noon.Healing falterswith thorned stemsas your bandages,acting as refinementfor your filter.Light reprimands youfrom wherever it surfaces,waging a warbeyond where you hide.You must fighta battle against certainty.You should not kneelfrom the paralyzing kiss.Hold out your torchto tame the shadows.Let your scarsbe the footsteps to follow,as the…
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There’s clear concernfor your endeavor.Tell your storynot from shallows,but from the depths.Print your true faceon a reflective puddle.Are we to fathom allthrough your songfalling from your eyes,your quivering lips?Your pain is becominga constant stream,due to your loose tongue.You’ll speak of anythingto drive out your sound,in a rhythmic pulse.Are you even here,if you think your wordscan…
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Flames fallfrom water’s tyranny.We seek shelterfrom running streams,fleeing to a caveto blind our vision,to be boundin our misfortune.Hope resurrectsthe thinnest of candles.They’ll be put out,together, without the windto bring their light high,above the tide.We venture for our stonesto become warm marble,to be the displayof what we did to playinside our day.We should cherishour moment to…
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Flood the surface.Filter your sighton what you see.Damage your bodyin every overtone.There’s only so muchyou’re able to scratch,replacing one colorwith the next match.Eyes not on the prize,you step out a circleyou’ve drawn from yourdream of perfection.Why do you sleepwith snakes in your bed?Those faces are dark,depending on your submissionto their false light.Another detail leaked,gliding further…
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For days I’ve dreamed,until the nights I’ve weptfor hope that never leavesthis crawlspace,where I lingeramong dead leaves.From faces I revisitin rewinding thoughts,I fail to bloomwith their weightson my back.There’s this single stepto take, before the fall,before the mergefrom black into white.There’s depth to submit to,to plunge my form into,to bring a chapter to a close,a…
Modern Romanticism 