Poetry
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Found that dreamfloating far, far fromthese tempests,these screams.I look for youin all these puddles,that I might drinkwithout bitternessdragging this tongue. I lost youin rubble, among roads,paved, if onlyto turn me, where you turnedme, around, in a twist,in a knot thatcaught each dropfalling from a soulthat holds its white flagwaved with higher pride,in all shameno shade…
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That midnight hourwhen mirrors shatterat your distant loss.A dreaded costlet me release liquidsfrom burning veins,for starlit stainsembedded into this soul,engraved into a stoneheld above this formweighed as an anchorfor your return. I do not move,while these eyes arelooking at thosesummoned stars,seeking your haloin memories of sunlight.I never walk,crippled on thesetidal waving bedsheets.I cannot talkto shadows,…
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Each strand of your hairruns naked. You kiss, though youwon’t ever dare to leavethese shadows insidethis swollen heart, held outsidea rusted chest, grasped insidestained fingers, froma streaming night withyour vermillion lips. A million heartbeats haveslipped, on their tracksto match tunes, from velvetsadness, from love’shollowing madness. A thousand letterswritten on blankets, hoveringover sheets of immaculatepaper that…
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Reflections in smoke.Hopelessness in hope,while hearts go idlein these darkerseconds that we neverfind somethingto chase after. A storm of tears.Turbulence in heartswhere erasers broughtsmudges on those letters,written with inkin an hour, whenlove held all together. Another degree to burnwhen this time comes to turnour sceneries into mirrors.Cutting our embracing arms,piercing an emptinesswe bring anothertragic kiss,…
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Dedicate. Alleviatewhere it worsens,without much touchin these scenariosA lost gripwill be where life slips,at a tongue that spokeremnants ofa fading truth. A promisecoming aboard,with light that keepsus, going northwhere we will drown,held upside-down. Capsized. Oversizedhearts, going palein those clouds that borrowedall our undermined photographsthat fade in an evening’ssurrendering sunlight. To droplets that rainupon hearts, decoratedwith…
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Some part of meknows nothing of northernlights that transferheat, through darkness,wafting a ceiling that keeps usarrested in excuse,keeps us reusedin moments, even whenunamused. Even whenour sentences are unsound,we are perfect, around. Lift off, take offpieces that matter little,when we are everything large. Even whenbroken in two,scars are recalled at stars,pinpointed in everything betweenspace, fused inside…
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Chosen, at that timeto comfort youunder sheets, for what burnsinside wounds, when evening turnsback into morning’s sunrise.All those drops of dewyearn to console you,wearing you downunder mourning’s crown,leaving you grayin a barren day. Another erato litter bodies,in these wars, rememberedat those stars, dismemberedbefore your shell cancome back to standyour form on a lonesome shore,while you…
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Screams between scars.Memories between those rocksshe holds, when her coldskin wishes to burn twice,when her eyes hold everythingtight in those clampedpathways. To her soul,towards a destination, old,towards a place that remainsspaced on glimpsesto landscapes, cold. I repeat that she holdsher life above a grave,screaming to clouds, wishingfor tears to soar downto soak her handsthat she…
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Sceneries closinglike chapters in wrapped up,bandaging sentences.Promises held up,like grails, revealing historydrunk from a cup,spit out into handsheld together, broken apartfrom all those lost wordswe were losing atan unexpected ending. Live your last light,frozen from that momentwe were dreamingof utopian streets,within harrowing pleas,inside crossing directionswhen winds turned pages,twisting us on a storywe were not controlling.…
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Choose tokeep these rhythms anew,even among fallen treesheeded in silence,fallen hours that wereour time to saylove will find a way. Love will cling torotting hearts,leaves with gleaming dew.In tempests, reflectionswhere those turbulent timeswere mere winds to blowtunes through chimes,echoes through spaces,bandaged wounds. What had wekept to, under theseglistening moments we werefading in each other’s disease?Both…
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To shadows,I have always looked.To your grave,I have watchedwith symptoms turning greyunder clouds that rush downleaves, discolored furtherinto clarity’s rain. To notice a shape,broken among this samefate that we shared,with scars to compare,from touches thatwe ever dared. With memories hung likeleaves refusing tolet go. With our feelingsstaying like winter thatremains white for another nightto see…
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Choose to repeattaking place in those seats,as life skips secondsin between heartbeats,finding our world to walk,before arms have a minuteto drown us.Repeating needless words,unkept promises thatwere for smiles too large,hearts burned downas buildings on edgesof barren towns. All that talk,those seconds we walked,awakening to autumn’s rush,a cold wind againstour vacant shoulders.We had nothing to cry…
Modern Romanticism 