Poetry
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With weather afield,among thoughts to shield,buried under smilesthat were burning into anafterthought, after we soughta symptom of drunkennessto linger on turbulence,as summer’s spark in thesedisplaced, disgraced hearts. All that drifts, goes onwith melting ice. Are youfading in all those sunsets?Dropped, like teardropsto horizons splitting thesecurrents in currentmoments where we countour seconds, apart. With held hands,…
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Stones keepthose words downon your rewritten heart.A draft lost to wind,with eyes lost to spacewhen tracing our formssplit among a field. Volcanic behaviorcannot ever savorthose blue momentswe understoodwhat we were meant for,buried under clouds.Meant for memorythat will always last,beneath overcast We fall to seepast funerals, where wewill discover sleep.Love reiterates, uponwhite dresses, white paperthose words…
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Disappoint this everypoint we dotted,lost at everysecond that we imaginedour eyes to crisscross,painted in blue,helpless in fullnesswhile our heads carryemptied clouds,overhead. To comparediscolored roses toexpressions that renew –without folding pagesat pauses,without counting secondsfading with petals,ground into rustedtrain tracks,rushing a familiar soundwhere heartbeats willfind their stop. Lone motionon weathered iron,where blood hadchanged its course.I keep drainingwith…
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Sorry sight. Buried eyes,sheltered under smokeyclouds. You are redin those sunsets, burningin those funeral homesfull of mirrors,that keep you lookingin past directions. Love lost you,while you take backwardssteps into rediscovered,uncovered memories.Light has left youwashing your eyesin heavy waters,lifting blocks, called ships,drawing imperfect circlesfor your age. Give one tear over.Save another year, leftover,while those waters areparting…
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Parallel. Opposite tohushed, rushed tides.I heard thatyour oceans are roaming,though stagnant.Tears are running in yourunmarked direction.Your loss will be all;I cannot turn around. To waters that chase.To footsteps that erasehistories kept on a blank sheet,covering you, warming youto that coldness you cannot face,mirrored in frozen puddlesyou cannot embrace. Am I all that you never dreamed,while…
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These rested eyessleeping, without a noose.These nights that wegave into starlight, without away to ever lose ourselveswithin sunlight, while those daysfaded quickly into passingshadows. Those arms that westrayed into, like lost houndsbreaking our leashes toshake our hands with a newcompelling master. Those lights. Burning a newday into something elsealways going gray. From a heart that…
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Some blended oceans,some crisscrossed goodbyesheard at this awakeningto a sun on another sidethat did not drift,quick with what restedas our hands parting likeangel wings, cut free,for our stagnant sleep. Close with what nevercloses, while doors are heldopen, while leaves take their journeyacross floods. For oceansto believe in, for sadnessto confide with, we have heldthose final…
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I have beenholding glassto see. I have beenembracing shards,to bleed. Your rushingeyes, running westwardto find where a bodyset, engulfed at a gulf,where flames are dousedunder radiant transparency. Nude form. Hushed scorn,when words burn withrising suns in that kiss.Rose-red cheeks, blemishesdrowning perfection intoundermining correction.You reveal sounds from lips,when it does not hurt.You hold your flesh,when you…
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Drawn cards,turned down tobad luck. Are youswimming while Isink, high atopisolated ships?With an abandoned heartthat skips another secondto see a shoreline,to find hope’s outline. With eyes that rushwith waves to seewhat has been drawnfor another time.A card for luck. Orbloodstreams that stuck,never moved, nevermoved on, while always youcome back to mind,in that crude outline. Hope…
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To those dreams,I had walked.Inside these winds,we had talked.Taking your hand.Finding ussafe, on habitable lands.You held your noteto that pale moon,while a star glimmered,to drop from youremerald eyes. Gardens gave riseto those places we surmisedwere roses to not everbe plucked fromtheir nestled place. We thought that our yearswere ahead of us.Fragile, for what we spoke,while…
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All in all.I hope that our rainkeeps pouring.Fall within fall,I pray forAutumn leavesto keep bristlingwith those clashingchimes, fromcrying branches. You went onto run on,while sticks weresame as stones,floating on puddles,gleaming in your eyes.While I stayedto look at a moon,hope kept finding mewalking backwards,to a cliff. A heaviness.Utterances to a fewvowels that betraytheir neighboring consonants.In all…
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Like nebulas. Like breathsbreathing out a veil,with stars that oncecovered, connected,eye to fragile eye.Our hopes were buildings,brought down into dust.Our hands wereconnected, in whirlwinds,listening to sentencesthat echoed, from aheart, lost on a bookshelf. Those nights that I speak,laboring to breathe,breathing with laboriousstrain, to reach you.Something buried youa foot more beneath sixothers, that held you frozen,among…
Modern Romanticism 