Poetry
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There, you uncovera blank slate, one whereink may write whatremakes our story.Here, I am nowherenear to being ableto lift you, from behindpainted curtains.Another hoursuffocating on hesitation.To us both, we areblanketed in remembrance.What could a footstepreveal in its residue?What could a teardropraise from dried earth?Love measured usin the wind,snared us in believingthat we could holdthe stars…
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Dread in white,enduring thisthrough paragraphswritten with black.I am holding backtear after selfish tear,smothering the waythat retreats awayto the storm.What must I do,to give everything I have,until I can undolove’s painful brand?Fragile one.You’ve kept onward,seeing illusionsin what you could become.You’ve been kneelingin sands from the past,as you’ve been blindto promising words,being traced,among dust.You’ve kept looking ahead,to…
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I keep in touchwith your promise,one you’ve rehearsedwithout deprivationof one heart’s blood.You’ve been keepingall that you are, hidden,until the eventual timewhen you will be hopingwithout even consideringwhat is left of me.You’ve leeched me,while I’ve remained herepainting color into a void,one that echoes a song,repeated in memory.Find me, on your voyage,carrying stones you’ve leftfor me to…
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You were hereto see me retreatback into fullest shadows,back into closets,warm as open arms.I let fallthat final tear,wiped a false smileinto an engrained,captured smear.I have whisperedwhat others can’t hear.I’ve walked ahead,while keeping neardeath’s consoling grip.While you were here,feeding me words,laced with fear,I bled between fingers,letting leakwhat formed bleak,barren darkness,at my feet.You were what ended,what I…
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Space that surroundsour feet, upright in wherewe exist on these grounds,bleeding to raise whatlittle we can nurture.Life has been leftto be cared for,in our trembling hands.What will we be holdingshould love becomea washed off stain?You are here,smothering this worldwith a future’s scent.I am residing closeto places we’ve hurledto unknown infinity.I am facing whatwe will live…
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He asked himself this question a hundred times. When he asked it, again, it wasn’t with any greater wonderment than when he asked it after the fiftieth time. This question, being, “Have I done the correct thing?” struggled to be given an answer. There had been no one else, besides himself, to hear these words…
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Wandering vessel,searching for meaningfar from a distant heartbeat,far from the bitternessof blood, on parched lips.One time, she knelt in the sand,deprived of something to seewhen it sunk belowa bottomless horizon.That time, she called for meto return to her gnarled arms.There was nothing morefor me to place insidethat ice-cold flesh.There is everything morefor me to see,…
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I’ve trapped usunder dark skies,knotting our darker,heavier sides,while kissing fingertips,lit, like candleflame.I’ve watched for tides,coming closer, as we weregoing under,embracing under aromatic,quenching caresses.Holding closeda once-wide open door,letting years slip byinto formless oblivion.Hushing mouths,rewriting vows, beginning tobreathe in what we cannot,though we will,drowning in every part ofour bottomless scenery.
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Bring yourself forth,dragging your fears througha door I’ve held openfor light to leak intoyour parted mouth.Lips that have prayedfor one hellish eternitythat never signals awaythe pain, the reminderof how you’ve livedin these unanswered days.Dark curtains have dropped,closing a dream, in its final act,as an anchor has been tossedfrom a lingering vessel.I hope that all thiswill…
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I’ll take itfrom here, to somewhere,without failing you,while not losing youin these footprints.Come closer,letting me breathefor you, when youwill deny.The best of ushas yet to beall of who we willever become.Under stars, within haze,we are building each otherto blossom upwards.I’ll bring it -what we were craving.It was always this,when you were shoutingwhen you needed saving.Another…
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Imperfect momentwhen you walked onward,as I paced in a perfect circle.I ruminate on whatwe never were,losing track of time,never counting minutesthat past momentswill become.This divide, this roadhas been carved to go,with anguish in tow.This pain, these teardropswill create the craters,countless within coming yearsthat will not ever stop.What will youever begin to burn for?I was your…
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Through those apertures,into voids where lost voicesconnect in the spaceswe were granted,but avoided.We left our footprintsto be kneaded,in an ocean of mud,remaining behind usto coax rainfall to erasethat which won’tfade in time.Raising the blue,through a tragic birthright,since love never signaled usthrough a storm,with a sound, a tremorfrom a heart, encasedin infinite grains.Our arms were alwaysmade…
Modern Romanticism 