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I haven’t lostthis memory of youthat blossomed in the blue.I haven’t walkedmiles, for nothingto keep me covered in moss. The stone who clings, – takes his eyes out,pulls himself apart,while time stands still,holding me close. I have not lostthe stain of yourselfin the soft moss. Rings are multiple in the tree,the age of everything alone,while…
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Up the ladder,holding the torch,waving light for a smilethat curves to a crescent,withers to the dark sidewhere light becomesevery blue shade. Symptoms of this.Flavors of your kiss,I reminisce, – while the curtains to the nightturn graywith the fog I’ve seendiscoloring your hair. Laid in the green,while I took a step apartfrom the scar, not the…
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For the infiniteknows no start to holda hand, on this sacred landwhere your lipswere the fine wine to tell mesecret words that werefolded in torn paper,a crippled heart. Just the end, to kiss youbeneath starlight and moonlight. Just the last momentwhere I lost it all;above your grave, absent of allI could not save. Just Heavento…
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The dream. Our dream. Our eyes are matched, upon the surface. The walk. My steps are not from the cross, not from the Virgin Mother. I cannot find a way to take this journey. I am as poor as these grains of sand, upon this beach where I stand. He cannot press his foot onto…
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Stripes painted silver,while those heated eyes in a riverbathe me, revive mewhile I meander in open thoughtson your presence.How many tears could we bleedat the end of the rope’s giver? Are you freeor am I,while the moon fadesinto another whimsical day?While our eyes became gray,faces stayed in rivers, idle in shades. All teardrops become stars,the…
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As I laywith wide eyes againstthe deadness, blanknessof a winter ceilingagainst the earthen nakedness,I recall thoseounces of teardropscaught at this mouth,from the stem that wiltedto bend them closer. Bring your voiceclose to mind.I am peeling my layersto hold you in the fog. Laying in death’s pain,healing in my dreams.I wait for your storm to come,to…
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Stay strongfor me, for whilethe tulips turn greywith the overcrossing twistof a storm that stings the eyes,there is still spring in yoursin the twin irisesthat bloom without the fadeof a cruel winter. While I love.While I give gracesto the massive spacesfar above,each teardrop will bedevoted to all the colored petalsthat accompany meon the hollow journeywith…
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“If anything structured to benefit the short-term is believed able to prolong itself to create the future, the future will be dark. Nothing that, for its place inside addiction in a short-term high, can create when creation is a space of something remembered. If anything is beneficial for the short-term, it will be forgotten. It…
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Their version of history. Their eyes. Caught. In a spiderweb of memories, both lovers; no, something more connected; a husband and a wife are here to recall, not renew, their vows. Together, until death do the both of them apart. Until the rottenness of flesh will tear one asunder into the earthen grey, while the…
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At the edge of a vast ocean, the quantity of water that shows both reflection of our faces and stars, the hanging lights that we see from both angles; and we are wishing for something to stretch our hands out for. Maybe when the miles were longer, we were crippled of our backs and shattered…
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Stir the eyes.Travel infroth, for idle bathing.Mask the senses inwith the memory of your kiss.I have receded from beingagainst the shore,where the sun came to meas a rose. I kept bleeding.I have kept backingfrom wall to wall.A child from a mother’s hip,scrawling senselesswording to blank spaces,timeless voidswhere you used to belong. I always wishedto rewrite…
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Awaiting you,bandaged by the shadowsof the trembling leaves, behind.One kiss, I never hadin the embrace of your sunshine,while the moonlight now allowsthese tears to keep me blind. A broken dream,torn, fallen streamfrom a glimmering eye at night,while I hold your paragraphof tearstained devotion.I nestle your memoriesinto a bleeding furnaceof a heart. Your name leaks everywhere.Oil…
Modern Romanticism 