Poetry
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Undress that whichcomes off, that rapidly.You share comfortwith a crowd, poisoned withfrenzied laughter,while I’ve tugged at yourform, to come closer.You’ve walked a lane,passing shadows that havedone everything to entertainall of your defeat.A breath will come loose,a teardrop will createa forgotten crater at your feet.In neglecting a wound,you bleed, you weepuntil history will closeat its final…
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We traced the undertakingof our landing betweenthickening fog and a dream.We outlined our formsthat were held for a brief,burning heartbeat.We touched, while tighteningthe roots of our splendid souls,digging into a searing universe,desperate for a memory.Love trailed a fading shadowthat became all the darknessthat wrapped our brittle bodies.Collected, in the dark,while our faces joinedunder white flags.Inside,…
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Distant heart,flooded world,I am a breath apartfrom the onewho keeps falling.You’ve sealed yourselfin dire protection,letting yourself bloomwith roots reaching upwards.You crave the clouds,when they willrush along your sceneryfrom racing storms.How you have blendedyour clasped hands,into unison.How you will alwaysrevive a slowing pulse,to repeat the tale.I cannot be your cure,though I will walk alongwith torn sails,blistered…
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Angering a heartthat had salvaged your skies,where you were running to ruin,roaming through madness’s maze.You poured tearsthrough a white funnel,burning to bethat dismal kind of infamy.Ropes around your wrists,my tongue that has tastedyour welcomed resentment.I have been at your side,to see your clarified skiesbecome shadowedin your method to rectify.What have I ever doneto see you…
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Backing slowlytowards that breachin the crust,the thinning fabricof your reality.I’ve always left a placefor your head to rest,in an echoing aperture.I’ve always checkedfor your pulse,in the rush that goes nowhere,always diving into pull you withina burial of outspread arms.You kept leavingcracks among hallwayslittered with dust.Your reflection, depicted,always in portraits,being scatteredas colorless debris,along candlelit walls.Who am…
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“Who would I be, if I avoid it?” she asks, swiping a missing falling tear at her cheek as if she forgot the last. I check her posture. It stations itself, firm with preparation for what emotion she moves towards. She wants to embrace it, I know. A cold darkness. She has made a shell…
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Faced awayfrom the name,from the one,from the burning sun.I lost trackof your footsteps,stepping, care-freethrough fragments of timethat never rewind.Who are youto see the snow,before it melts?What have you doneto shield this homefrom waters that entered,uninvited, from fogged eyes?You drifted on a plank,while I set sail for monthsto wonder if anything was leftto bring aboard.I reached…
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Stumbling overrewritten words,begging this worldto forget our heaventhat was never evenbrought to imagination.I could have lovedfor another eternity.I could have livedwithout her safety.I could have retractedmy heart, with one roseto the angel I protectedfrom crisscrossing storms.But I leaptto surroundingsall adjacent,all batteredfrom pouring skies,as I had nothing leftto hold, to hide.Undress, with me,this dust around a…
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Reused remedywithin those approaching waves.What comes with sadnessother than a familiar song?What else cleansthese wounds, more thanwhere eternity belongs?I stare into blackness,as it hides behind a storm.It rains upon midnight,where each silver dropletstill gleams, from a fading moon.What will give me an anchor,to remain still, to keep meas I am, when I want to bebound…
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White clothsadorn her listless form,as I sing aloudthis despair, as a dark cloudwanders from Heaven’s ruin.Nothing would revive it,when bitterness sounds a bellhanging from a lonesome tower.I am inside of it,this heart that reusesa winter of her passing.Dressed in snowthat never melts,for what would it revealother than cold fleshthat cannot feel?I am, in stopped tracksadorned…
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Renewed debatewith a tragedythat keeps our formsin the middle.We mediate our tearsthat keep arrivingto flood our colorless room,upon midnight gloom.We wish to be freefrom what we are stagnating.A pain that cleans itselfwithin brutal tempests,as we walk countless footsteps,standing at the same timeas we are falling.Holding close our handsinto a grasp or an airtight prayer,suffocating hope…
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You used tolet the smoke riseup to engraved eyes,while I kissed each fingerthat burned on its endlike a wick, for a breaththat would never extinguish.We were used toour desires being rushed,our dreams being crushed.We were accustomedto what would continue todraw imperfect circlesaround our wounded forms,in the sand.I used tohope beyond remorse,wading towards a sunrise,while you…
Modern Romanticism 