Poetry
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A stalematebetween two mates,two souls,who held togethertheir bloody wounds,their screaming smiles.They chokedon the wispy smoke,bringing in airfull of profanityinto tattered lungsfor their calamity.Bathed in flames,burning in their heartsthat beat, that heatsthe many roomsthey’ve been engulfed,they’ve clashed.They are poundingtheir emptied chests,having set a burden downto replace that spacewith their silence,as one thing learnedfrom their violence.It hangs…
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You were educatedby disbelief,entertained by onlywhat you wantto believe.It runs through you,the denialof what’s true.Love is a petalamong dozensyou can burn.It’s heavy for meto hold onto,with thin wireas my connectionto a presented,cemented vow.It cannot beheld for much longer,because I’ll collapseinto the void,if I cannotremain as the oneyou avoid.I’ll return,bleeding alongsidethe sicknessthat you operate.It’s like a…
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She brings herself into bleed amongstthe walls.She bruises herself,binds herself up,to reveal color.It helps for herto be held,to be kept in,far from the lightthat burns.It’s having for herthe opposite effect,when you see,when you dissecther atrophy.You’ll want to knowwhat her aim was,what her tearswere reaching for.You’ll want to guessthat her reasonsare about as fatalas her favorite…
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Hold me here,I’ve been sobbingwithout fear,because its tuneis all I know.I’ve recalledits stillborn symphonyduring those periodsI lack symmetry.I’m relapsing,back before duskcan be the indicationof this delusion.I see the starsduring daylight,sing to the moonwhen the suntries to melt me.I hear the wordsfrom other’s lipsI want to say.I cannot speakwhat I want to saywith a starving mouth.With…
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It couldn’t bewhat you hopeit to be,downgrading to dirt,resigning to hurtof not the meaningful,beautiful kind.You want spaceto reveal such woundsyou’ve undressed,you’ve allowedto become infectedwith your tirelessmisconception.True love was the knotthat you’ve untied,that you’ve wrappedof decaying strandsaround your bruised,breaking neck.Beauty wilts,while you strive forthe embrace of someonewho understandsmore your fiction,than your truth.It helps you staystill like…
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Uncovered,everywhere bareto fullest sunlight,with those finite,misleading guidelights.Warning signsallowed me to run,to face awayfrom an endingfrom behind,in being blindto calamity.I passed bywhat this world,of its inhabitants,call “truth”.I went bywith a curled smile,hoping for a timeI will outrun it.I could feel itwhen I couldn’t seewhat went throughthis heart,from the start,so painfully.I am washinga pair of soiled handsin…
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In me,you’re buried,to be either forgivenor forgotten,since I do not knowwhich comes first.You’re the scenerythat fells its leaves,that appears beautifuleven in this hazeof frost and decay.You’re the whirlwindleaving behind tracesscattered for miles,singing a blank noteupon the gale.Buried in me,you’ve frozen time,you’ve been bleedingfrom fragmentsstained with your name,filtered from shame.You’ve left your markfor me to knowno…
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My worldhas closed its eyes,has dropped offthe heaviest of residuefrom a cliffto a shoreline,to be taken awaywith the tides.Something once swam,as it once breathedeven when those floodsheld hearts beneath.A drifting took placeafter a line was drawnthat divided two separate,bared timelines.A tear, a single screamlet me let go of it,let me see the snowcover all of…
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It has surfacedfrom depths,from parallels,those I hadforced into burial.It’s thunderingfrom somewhereI had thoughtonce was quiet,was dead.It’s hereto remind methat a soulis still singingfor who won’tbe drifting itselfback to me.Just a feelingof knowing what is,who is residingas a tenantwithin a heartfilled with equal aches,equal memories.It pains melike a breezegrowing strongerto be a hurricane,tearing sails,destroying wallsuntil echoes…
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Tears run downall the sides of it,outlining its shapein steady streams,filling in the spaceswhere lightwent missing.It looks darkin the worst wayit can be believedto ever be.It never tireswhen it’s constantin who it feeds,from fields it seeds.It’s a mere maskto foil all honestythat could pavea road, from the piecesof stones, of clayfor something betterto portray.A wilted…
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An echo hides,being all you needto come outfrom your silent,salient retreatto nowhere.The darknesshelps you to seethose scars,those you reopento let out their light.Their detailsreach to infinityto speak differentlyto no one elsebut you.Their exposurelets you weep,while moonlightgives to youlasting serenity.Words are liftedfrom their echoesmore to those eyes,to your heart,than your ears.On the surface,your mind recallsthose who…
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A vacant space,a sight from your eyesis where truth was devoured,where deceit is flowered.There’s more to knowbefore the ashesdisguise your trail,reignite your sails.You come callingwith bitternesson your frozen lips.You won’t speakfrom not a dark stormyou’re carrying.Wanting me to be hereto cradle your regret,to leave you feelinglike someone understood,when no one did.You retreat,bleeding in the dark,wrapped…
Modern Romanticism 