Poetry
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Prayers. On these tracks.What was lost? A life, stuck insidea beating heart.Rhythms that neverbecome silenced. Horns are whistling.A danger for someone’stomorrow. Are you there,in those black clouds,brought, from behind,in history’s cradle? Colored eyes,in a sun that receivestimeless shelter.I come here,crawling with ropewrapped aroundthese wrists, these feet,hoping to sleep. You discovered yoursafest place, awayfor toys to…
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Run with them.Those children, wholaugh near a river,moving without shambles,retreating into thoughtswithout a teardropto escape them. Their ignorance,their views to seebeyond misery.I lost what I found,beneath these uncoveredrapids. Long trails ofglistening white, like thatof a wedding dress.A rushing roadgoing nowhere,I can predict. You went on,without me at your side.You said this worldheld darkness, without someform…
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A prophet’s surrender.One child’s messagescrawled into sands, whereblood became heavierthan everything carried.A mother recovers. Her eyes, no longerbawling for crippled landsthat her child uncovered.A world, ahead. Scarsdrawn into weathered hands.For eyes, that peeredthrough thorns, into skiessharing light like a moon,light like noon. For a heart,one that sunk beneath,before ascending above.He took his messageto be his…
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Confess, for a second.Undress, into remembrance,as shadows are thoseflakes of dust to brush off.Painting youfor ceilings,as letters were writtenfor sunsets, for answers thatbroke at their destination,at a pair of lipsgone silent. Deaths, at a quieted heart,where floods go onwardfrom eyes that werealways looking backwards.Someone once said,skies were meant to be blue,while that sun stays high.I…
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Watered roots.Misguided freefalls.You have labelled me, enoughwith everything.Pulling you up,while grounding mein principle. I write your name,without signing it,without ever underlining it,since you’ll want to be rinsedfrom this repetitionfrom echoing a purposeless,senseless devotion. A brief smilecomes with clouds,decorating these armswith thorns.One cruel shadowhas us falling close,while we do not repeatthat day when welost our silence.…
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High tides,white sails turn intodepictions of love turnedto something with depth,though breathremains absent. A pair of wingsare yours to soar,high above, while Ifloat or sinkat this fatal brink,losing that visionwe both sharedthrough a pair ofblind eyes. Someone tells our tragedyto review itself,as we long to hopefor another dayto play itself,writing answers to our eyes,layering tears…
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Red underline.A teardrop that paintsan ocean, without color.Someone has neverbeen at your place.A grace, withoutsomething to keep youisolated, in depiction.A beauty withoutsomeone else’s eyesto capture it. A canvas. A strokeacross your cheek, towipe free, sadness I see.Here, you bleed this earthacross, laying stillin stiffest memory. Colors in all you are,except for water in theseeyes, to…
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Tag alongyour wind, tobreathe out thunderclouds,from your lungs.You faltered,in your cremation,willing to burn as a match,as smoke never followed. From fuse to shadow,a long trail extends youto be that shapeat a distance. Can you see yourselfforgetting yourself,within a mirror thatreflects a historyrepeating inmuted heartbeats? I am willing to go onagainst a driving current,while hollow tonguesare…
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Gray sunshine.Fallen hours,like springtime petalson your eyelids.Nothing blinds.No one seesus, in this forest where wepray for insomniato keep us floating. Awake. Always askingbirds to keep singing.On our hearts, sleep neverkeeps anything closed.Neither eyes,nor rhythms of heartbeats,while we let teardropsfall into clouds,staring intodarkest blue. We remain awaketo take our sight,into height. While thosewinters will pass from…
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Most this fogcan ever linger,laying across a desertedheadstone we both share,are thin strands ofthose hopes we prayed for,inside a temple of solemn errors,uncertain love. Most what confusioncan ever bring to light,to a sun thatneeds not to be seen,are what we run on for,to be that someonewe forever abhor. A cruel pair of eyesburns out lit…
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Where petals roam. I canhold your hand towards ceilingsthat land our storms. That ifwe want to breathe, we mustalways keep closed our eyes,always remain still. Keep grief rainingon our bodies. Keep rainfalling on our oceans,while we hold invisible hands,while we hope upon sighsthat our curtains will burn,that our heartswill never yearn. Hide those tearsin these…
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Swollen lips, eyes thattrail tears for second seasonswhere Autumn turns allthat never grew back,into infertile white. Shards from someforsaken promise, to crawlon your knees, sensing thatskies were oceans.Are you open for thosearms, wide in defeatedhorizons? You sense that I willreturn, with a flower to hold.You bleed even withinyour dreams. Sometimes, I willtell you to turn…
Modern Romanticism 