Poetry
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Thin wires, ripping throughlike slender candles, all the waydown to your fingers, where their edgeswere where I sent screams away.Who drowned to let us float?Who knew as much as we did,while we were always draggingour scars, that close? Portraits are a grave reminderof what we’ve seen in another.Lifted fire, against our cheeks,turning us golden, with…
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Elaborate your life, apartfrom the interior.I have heard those echoes,those fears or those memoriesof tomorrow. Was it ever yesterday? Was it when we were allhoping to receive you,to relight your eyes,to erase your cries? A light that retaliatesagainst your vulnerable,venerable self.Just a noble pursuitof nothingness,flinging your steps forward,repeating the emptiness. You anticipate,while you commemorateyour future,…
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Hold it out, as I have –a heart forged from stone.Your touch is brought intoseamless limelight,while vague words are yoursto save yourselfwhat what’s destined to flower. That heart has healedlike a broken bone, into distortion,taking its dive, coming downto sink into an endless ocean. Your hands are upon it,letting it be shroudedin your dark. You’ll…
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Capture this, what we have become,dragged into this – a misfortuneof one we’ve named a safety.Held close, diamonds rush past,in this burning air. We’ve come together, blendedlike dark within dark.We’re entwined in either’s thoughts,facing voids, enough that wehave begun to avoidwhat stirs the most noise. We breathe over each other,loosening tears upon another,while leading ourselves…
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Revealed numbers – our timeto spark memories to our eyesthat let fall tears into opened hands.I see what comes, shimmeringits form into these arms,as I let its damages be mendedin a universe, swollen with love’sblanketing aura. A golden guess, to that amount –a number of stars reflected in an oceanwhere we bathe, where we gatherour…
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Chance this welcome,face this sentencingto another’s wishful summerof gathering togetherpetals that fall in reverse,towards a vacant sky. I am full, with these handsmotioning for a swaying tune.I am enticed, reaching fora carmine red,I’ve come to abhor. She signals, with her shadowsdrawing a curtain around me,while I leave a worldover these fallen shoulders. I am not…
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They’ve rained their stares,driving their wind,being insensitive, for a sensitivemind that fails to recognizea paralyzed kind. Futures are all abroad,across an ocean of time-lapse.Histories feed over a ropefor a pitiless balance,shouldering sicknesswith one vulnerable witness. Who knows the restof where we go?Losing darkness,finding one’s way backnot to a beginning,though away from an ending. Words are…
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I swear, I’ve seensomeone else, standingfar from me.You are runningwith water, with mireflooding for your gatesto open, to keep you goingto that setting sunthat puts you to sleep. Once, I loveda careless coverageof infinite shadows,while all I came to seeis what brought meto my knees, without mercy. I brought kissesto those overturned hands,loosening stones, losing…
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Bold ones,catering to a blessingthat went out with a candleonce raised,without exhalationto reveal hesitation. Here’s to that lightthat kept refusing us,in our blinded sight. I have been the last onequestioning where you came from.You were, gone with those winds,leaving the same wayyou came in. A long way to walkfrom your delicate rush.No one knew your…
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Inflamed, to touch himmeans to see somethinggoing black, in widening daylight.A scar, a burn, a bruise,a sore that neglects, that ignoreshis uncontrolled fire. Leave him with his torch.Do not bring it forth,humming his tunebeneath the radiance of Neptune.His tears are his ocean to find,where his face paints a trail, never failing to remind himof a…
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Where you were,where you remained,turning to icewhile I, with these sheetsof paper, captured youin words of blue. I’ll continue to knowhow love caused us to bleedwith startling consequence,with faces that were fewto watch us, to leave uswith utmost pity. A state of knowingwho we were,bathing under those ashes,giving into those secondswe were true,we still knew.…
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Fewer, to beunderneath, where wewere counting stars,bleeding with those cutsalong our sacred miles. We were dreaming,or were we screamingin stinging our eyeswith reflections,with desperation? We watched this,from afar. The moonwith its rush of scars,the stillness of aftermaths,of meteorites againstwhat something could notwin against. Exhalation. Reflection.To see our sights in those drifts,where fire forced us to…
Modern Romanticism 