Poetry
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We broke throughdust and cloudscollecting around our sights.What could we be viewing?What could we notice,if our scarshave enough color?Days came, when wewould let descend our tearsfor too long a time,smoothing ripples only whenwe let an ocean be calm,all over again.But we found our wayto be beyonda stagnating gray.Mute expressions,deafened promisesbeckoned a false blessingto tie our…
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I call on all signsto rain vigor,as I cling onto all threadsdragging folds behind.Some torn shredof discolored clothingreminded me of a wound,of what I disguise.Some plain pageof unwritten historyhas made me forget moreof what comes next.Some repeated wordsare left to be unheard,as I will continue to maskthe sun with the moon.I will recoil from the…
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Moldable creation,digging through your pagesto find something elseother than emptiness.Blank pages tell of whatyou’ve tried to hide,kissing your reflectionfor what ruin looks like.I’ve come to remindthat displaced mindthat there’s more to knowthan this sadness you rewind.Silver tears,bleeding into streaks,letting yourself becomeeveryone else’s sun.You’ll love to quell thosewho’ve never come closeto see your hurt,to fathom what…
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Imploring fora rewinding encore,after diving in afteryour hand, in that pushfor another minute more.For further timein space, kissing diamondsfar from your face.You’ve been cryingunderneath those tattersthat shield disconnected eyes.Begging afterrepetition’s harmonyto replace your tragedy.I come, again,to signal you to cross.Into these arms,you can be buried.You can rest,you can undressyour disguise of distress.To tend to you,when…
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Forceful ignitionstirred one side of this universe,flaring everything in red -as red as what’s deadof words, on her lips.Having turned this keyto spark life into eternity.I stepped into a puddle,carving ripples into constancypledging to what floats on,in brittle symmetry.Having consumed a remedyof light for an encircled mass,as I am holding onto ropebound around a broken…
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I chose this.I felt it form tethers,attaching meto its beating heart,because I had nowhereto belong. I had nothingbut this veil of present fear. It disguises what’s behind,keeping mysteriesgoing forward.I let this circle be drawnto trap what’s meant tofaint and collapse. I let this absence be heardthrough cries from a jungle,one that redraws a scar.I chose…
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You retrieved me,kept me from being hollow.But here I am,fulfilling death’s wishwith a promise,a knot at a rope,and a broken bond.You relieved me,stilled me under stars,racing across a galaxywith symmetry helduntil reflections cracked.Until we attackedwhat we held close,love eternalized our formswithin arms, enclosed.Love had beenthat opening eye,releasing a flameupon fragrant landscapes,enveloping usin a heartbeat’s quakes.
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Stagnated until an endingof a pain, left without mending.I chose to partakein unfiltered tragedy,disallowing weather to breakwhen raindrops came loose.I chose to fertilizesceneries that antagonize,finding that a whirlwindhad been safer than a remedy.But who knewwhen light would blossom,from clouds that shrouda radiant garden?Heaven’s gloryreveals a different story.In closure’s company,I am building a worldthat needs no…
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“Claiming to have done the right thing for someone else had to have been without choice involved. In love, we feel called to do what’s correct. Perhaps not correct or even rational for a hundred or more observers to our actions, though to us, it’s the most rational and logical to acts to do what…
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Old statue,blatant figurine,with thinly weaved beauty.Who will you be,after waiting for meto etch another markinto your shapeof delicacy?Standing there,shedding sweet tearsfrom a hollowed-out stare.I have been broken,without a faintest regardfor what comes next.Just a doll,as a mementofor a man,who took a fall.A plunge, without breathheld for a hundred waves,upon a monochrome ocean.I am tossing tears,no…
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“Love can trap. Love can smother. Even when we are outside the presence of whomever we devoted ourselves to, we are remembering them. Even when we are avoiding it, we might come to remember it. We are recalling love, during grief, being the days when we don’t want to love.” – Modern Romanticism While in…
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Find me, upon doomsday,when torches burn out.Whisper to me,when faces are unlit.I will be ableto rewrite this fable,to become capableof leading us throughall that we could not.I am removingtear from silver tear,away from this brittle face.If you are standing here,it must mean you knowwhy I feel fear.I am seeing those buildingsignited like candles,like lighthouses in…
Modern Romanticism 