Poetry
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Something manifests,while someone travelsoutside of reach.They’ve been looking fora different place,for their second phaseapart from me.They’ve been wanderingwithout much spacefor memories,for scattered cards.Faces lingerwith subtle signs,separated traces,as words that hangoff a tongue’s edgeare just residue.Someone is roaminga long mile where windkeeps shifting direction,but not their direction.Someone has abandonedthese long hallways,filled in morning’s entrance,a sunset’s fragments.It…
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Stick to me,for I’ll not everdecide against it.It was the endto a curse,to the worstour Hell hadpresented.Come alongto run alongwith four windsat our backs.I’ll love untilfinite time willbe that whichdeafens hearts,cripples into ashall we never know.I will never understandthat essence, that entitythat created this feeling.It connects with strands,with pieces of shared liveswe beckon into eternity.I…
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What if I couldfind a pathwayback to that sudden,helpless second?I held forth a handto reach for your landwhere light always camefrom a hopeful heart.You kept reignitinga lighthouse, a beacon,alerting me to you,wherever you wereever dreaming.I gave what no one did,through solemn purity.It was always tainted,but is this the same?It hurts to go forward,while this emptinessbecomes…
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I’ve burnedmore than I canever renew.It is still enoughto recall it all,vanishing intothin trails.Just a memorybeing permanent,on a dotted line.I’ve driven it in,like a nail, for a wound,dying for a price.It wasn’t much,if its insignificancecan be comparedto an ocean.It doesn’t returnfor more than a second,blurred into distinction.It comes to corruptwhat hopes to go,untainted bya lost…
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Sunset’s absence,as morning has turnedinto acute mourning.I’ve lived here,believing in everythingthat held a space,that had a placein symmetry.Who cries, what dieswhen nothing but soilis left to be buried?A shoulder expectingsounds of weepinghas disappeared,while it keepsthe smearsfrom the lastinvitation.I’ve needed to knowwhen it will snow.I’ve needed to believein a path, where footprintscan always representa hopeful exhalation.I’ve…
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What might it look like,reversing a sentenced,discarded direction?It was meant to be dead,not meant to be unreadfor its poignant eulogy.We smiled after welet go of what we claspedwithin soiled hands.For we wereexhausted, of allwe could beeven in residualcommitment.We still cried,though we did notcome to ever lie,when dust soakedour soft feet.We were walkingdown a brightened mile,never…
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You swore to me,that nothing was everthere to be severed,when everythinghad always remainedto be blamed.Love didn’t connectthe dots, the starsas often as you wanted.You’ve bled yourselfto prove to mewhatever you believedI could not see.I witnessed merelythe stars, while yourscars were extendingwith the shadowsfrom another day’strusted ending.You hoped that Iwould go, if that willprove you to…
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It wasn’t the typeof flame, to be ignored,heating our fingertips,having us rejoiceat each timeit went away.The moment we sawwhat fire can ruin,we gave into our flaw.The second we revealedour wounds to either,nothing else can be sealed.We were secrets,becoming final chapters.We turned into plot twists,becoming enemies to ourstagnant conflicts.We began caringfor nothing morethan a sinking ship,drifting…
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Holding a door open,for you to close iton your path towards a funeral in the dark,a setting sun.You were floweringwhen it had been timeto correct yourvanishing smile.But you were alwayshoping the sunwould lower youthrough its anchor.You were awaitingthe end of each day.You were resentingthe light, for the gray.Smoke shields you,while mirrors remindwhat little remainsin your…
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I’ve been left numbedto the soundsof crumbling bridges.I’ve been burningwhat cannot be rebuilt,after a final voyage.I’m hearing screamsthat enter no oneelse’s ears.I’m tearing seams,attracting the decayon all in disarray.Love once erasedsuch signs of turmoil.Life returnedto remind me ofwhat falls from above.Just dust, buildingbeneath these wanderingfootsteps, in eachsecond that captivates.I am left with leavingmemories like wires,either…
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Having rinsed handsin bleak clouds,we waited for winter,with its white dust,to cover usin history’s rushto the end.We waited for death,while continuing to hopeour final breathwill be counted.In the mileswe’ve kept our loveour world’s secret,we’ve dreadedcoming close.We fearedclosing wounds,closing chaptersuntil that last pagehung like a tear.Kisses could havebeen the thunderthat wakes us.Embraces might havewarmed our cold…
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Finding me,amidst this falling rain,where downpoursare mere showersagainst a soiled soul.I want to be reflectedin each puddle,where reunionsare connected,dissected correlationsbetween the faultand the funnel.I want to travelthrough the spiral,twisting up uncertaintyinto a blue and green,reshaped tapestry.Find mein places where I’ll bewatering mountainsto grow higher.Lose me,like the diamondthat’s last to fade,in a dimming sky.Evening has eonsleft…
Modern Romanticism 