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“Life can be simplified down to the two extremes to follow, if there’s no notion of balance. To be brought towards excess, or to be content to the oneness of truth. To fade into the realm of pleasure, or to comprehend that with truth there could be no discontent without something similar to infidelity.” –…
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If a fallInto love, had crippled my legsThen wheel me in your inventionTo fire, to the cycle,The recycled life buried in the mist,While stone agesBetter than the blood. If a manShall be drunk on his woman,Kill the bloodstream.Free-fallingIn the same spoiled dreamGiven its beginningWhen reality was its ending. Broken bottlesAgainst ambitious walls.Some stories are made…
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Make me swearTo a false worship upon your idle sands.Weeping to fill in the starsToo fewIn the reflections upon a nighttimeOcean, stilled in motion. Crying for the west,While we raised our eyes to the east.How long was the horizon?What was the temperatureTo our sensation, in the fire?Bent wings,With unchangeable expressions.Outside the span,To a nullifying numbness.…
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A lifetime agoWith as much, never enough timeTo write the draft, differently.Clocks stopOnly when your lips were smeared,Only when the fire came most aliveIn the salienceFor twin shadows being monarchs,Outside our tombs. Someone died, long agoWith devotion staking his heart.Blood rebelled,Running against the pressure.A lifetime agoTo rewrite the scriptSaid aloud, in the eclipse of a…
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Was it a brief sparkThat lit the pathwayFar apart?While our hearts burned on oil,Becoming the plume,The ashes we released fromLips most kissed, beneath the blue. Sequence,With many unfurled sentencesThat kept our eyes closed,Focused on the scars where daylightIs the evening through,As morning walks upon the thinnest wire. Once a beginningTo the sun being born, for…
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Kisses for trainsRunning through tracks, as youGo through feeble times,With infanthood in your head.An egg had fallenTo be the still-born, to be the same weather-wornRock of smoothness beneath fading sunlight.Near a river,Once the statue carved from a boulder.Now the pebble, becoming dust. Ravens overhead,Hearts that tremble from dread.Kissing the sunset,Same with your neutral expressionThat folded…
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RetractingWithout subtracting.WithdrawingWith the gun to shoot in the directionOf your vacant heart, in the dark. The open field,Where thunder struck to fuse two forms.Two eyes to seeBeneath a tarp that holds upThe rain.It cannot shield us. We love,Mystified.We build,Being deprived, next toOur aching oceans.While walking as Christ upon waves,We are faithful, and forsakenWhile bloodCovers our…
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What loveWas a purchase, not a sale?What lifeWas not stolen, did not resistIts abductionTo the imprisonment of a heart? Whose footstepsWere not covered by the snow?When lovers walk backwards,They were disguised. Whose eyesWere lifted to the sun?That bright, blinding spotThat were like motherly armsTo the love that was a guessTo a future without fear. This…
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Beneath the stones,Hearts just areThe same stillness in the rush,Among where empty voicesAre cartedIn the night’s wind. Funerals forThe deepest kiss,While eyes are never wateredTo raise a garden from the soul.Eyes are discardedTo look uponThe silver vapor from faint breathsIn the mesmerizing winter. Finding you,Beneath the waters.Living in the same state as you,Beyond borderlines.Beyond where…
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There were tracesLeft to the reminderThat your form took awayIts ease, in the play.You escaped,Round in cheeks.Bottoms up, faces lowTo the sound of another carnivalYou might show clown colors. Another moon for the dim arrivalTo another night without truth.You tremble to the same rhythmAs the final flickering lightTo a cursed day.
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Were we both miles apart,For faces open?With grueling smilesEven more expressiveThan the heart did beat itselfUpon the crippled pathway.With defeated glancesThat flood the waves,ApartFrom our wind-torn eyes – We will still reap what we sowIn fields still stainedWith sweat, with diseaseThat grants the same blue bloodTo the evening eyes –
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We were notMeant to be more than the sunset.Just humble twins,With aching heartsBleeding the same blood,Holding the same handsTo the sameConnected pulse. Rhythm stopsAt the choosing of tears.We crossed the same oceanWe also drowned in.We knew notIf the tides carriedNor abducted us.We kept our heart closeEven within storms.
Modern Romanticism 