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Dirtied rose painted by misfortune.A sun and a moon between thestained clouds, – brandishing their discontent,watching from afar,loving from a distance. I kept holding while you wept,slipping from the tears in your hands. Your tragic eyessaw the skies,while I waited for theburning caress,closest to the comfort ofa morning. Standing or sitting. Never laying near your…
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Hands to the eyes.Signals to the tragedyforwarded with lights.We are blindedwhile crying for no shoulderto stop us. Collision is inevitable. Winter is inconceivablefor what will be written insnow or ashes. White-out in the debris.Onwardwe will not stop.The brakes never workwhen hearts do not even yield. We were produced from thin air. We will remain damagedon…
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Beautiful sting.Water in the bucketmeant for the drinkspilled on the roadwith the tearssoaked in the accident. While we are livingin the wilderness.Open, from afar, – watching connections come apartfrom colorful impact to oceanic embrace. Some travels are forgotten,some are fatal,some do get lost with fearin the eyes of those who still steer,who still hold hope…
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Don’t run, don’t hit,don’t abandon the prize of a hearttorn to the ribbonsit was wrapped in,it was waiting in. Washed in the bloodboth our visions shared. All eight of our limbs,embracing as the spider,as the liarwith insects crawlingbetween us. Living in ruins,walking on glass from a mirrorwe were glancing in,seeing something breaking in. A shadow…
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Take life, wake life.Bleed hope as the riverFor you to drown into something new.Come up,Wake upWith ever beautiful music to your voice.Leave tears in your footsteps,With light in your roots. Tell the ghosts to cripple themselves,Speak to the lakesYour defeat of a shadow.Tell the new snow to raise blossoms,Give the clouds back their rain. Will…
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SacrificeLittle leavesIn the streets, sidewaysOn the eyes dropping tears,Burning fingersInto the signatures, where winter wrapsWarmer than the sun on fire. Seeing your flickerDance to the silence.Something or someone,A heart or a boneCuddled in your ashes, a funeralFor a dear memory. Live again, into freedomWhere your wings grow back to Heaven.Are you still an angel? SacrificeThe…
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Walking beneath, betweenyour falling sunrise, your barren scene.Tasting soft petalslaid upon your wrists,forging tears into precious metalsto construct the familiar homethat never felltowards these pacing feet. How to love, the same to come beneathyour eyes, in the gathering storm.This heart in the wind, this face forlornin seeing you collapsed near to me. Having held you,…
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She rises. Then, she falls. Her eyes drift from one corner to the next, tracing the shadows. Nothing had been forgotten where it was removed. Absolutely nothing was stolen. Each item that was placed, whether on a dresser or against the wall, remained in her heart. Nothing special was misplaced, out of proportion, or even…
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Sweptbeneath a tide of rugs.Left leakingwith clouds sailing nowhere.Each sunsetbleeds for the purple weather,the blues that stain you,the silverthat crystallizes you. I have filtered outall eyes,except for mine.The sheets we tear apart,the quilts that smother,the pillows where we layour breathless lips.To love, even in the stormswhile you keep leavingblack eyedrops as broken signatures. I stayto…
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“There is no resource available to the individual that can be the replacement to their individuality. That is, there is no resource that can have a person care for what is faulted of themselves. No amount of schooling nor dosage of words can tell a person they must show concern for what is wrong with…
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Hell for her.Her symptoms, synonymousInside complex falsehoods.Buried eyesUnder clouds, for coffin-lids.Wiped wood, withVarnish that bandages truthIn the gleam that stained her cheeks. Walk aroundCold, remain the warmSight upon her fractured hourglass,Weeping to the same sprinklesOf waterFrom some unknown storm. Love leaves herTorn, among thickets and bracketsEncasing her name,Weeping for her, waiting for shameTo be the…
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Rake in, take in tearstains,broken glass, herein where afatal word can blanket the tale,before life is ever heard. Lost hope, forlorn inside the tragedywhere smiles are doused in apathy. Walk, love, on the shore,diseased as you are. I will question what did comewashed up, tangled in the weeds,broken of speech,gracious in needs. Was it the…
Modern Romanticism 