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Pick up the line you drewWithin the cold places you knew.With drunken laughterTo caress a serene bottle,Whimpering in its reflection,Breaking open more of your eyes. Before you would knowWhat vein to swim through,Love taught you mere mysteryAs the harlot of no symmetry. Peel back your layers.You are more than what weathers – Weeping in the…
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It is a pathwayUpon another, to a gatewayFor another, towards her arms.A challenge with no alarmWith the tears that runTo wake a man to the sun. Someone says to the final wordThat the shadows are all brokenWith the fade of her.A longing to a passage, a scripture,One fault, alone in the winter. One chance, to…
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A doomed area setting west,While teardrops rise within the east.You are the moon, down upon my breast,Fading songs into the silent feastWith winter’s tears to linger.Among saucers to drooping candles,Death goes to noticeYour crippled, weathered form. I bring up the soundLeaving the music of night unsung.Silent, in the faces wornViolent, with the fingers torn. Death…
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Walking backwards on a trail,Smothered footprints set this sailOn the road to find you coveredIn history’s faces and ashes,Weeping through a blank smile,Keeping Saturn wringing your throat – Fatal in the sound for what ropesItself around each changing complexion,To your cruelest resurrection. You wish to lose all,Bending daylight into the fall.For a face in the…
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Crippled, in ashes,Turned to dust at the signOf teeming hope.At once,Bright as the North StarLeading you, through.My reaching arms as boughs,Keeping you from falling through. Tears trail,Connective and unending.All at once,Loose petals are tossedAcross your delicate cheeks. Tears walkIn the presence of the moon,Still apparent to you.Tears speakFrom tongue and cheek. Among the dustFalling from…
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For fewest glimpsesFor tears that strayAside, for the life of mineThat bleeds a dewdrop too heavyFrom hanging eyelids. For a little warmthFrom a glass that shot meOn the crossroads, of painstakingLife in the fragile glimpseThrough reflection uponLost warmth,Drowned in circles – Upon eyesThat wept for the sunrise,Fell for the settingTo another deceased day. Another drunken…
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“Not so much to how we might love is the way in which humans can be frail. We are instead fragile because we trust. Some trust, with too much ease. These are the sorts to want the immediate comfort and consolation. One-sided trust is blind. Since love is blind, then why would trust ever be…
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Soulless,Pitiable child,Whose hands are bloodiedNot by the wounds from presentAnd incurable circumstance,Though from experiences not metWith a future that creptOn the horizon,Not to the child’s blinded eyesAnd their missing awareness. Loss of this kindKnows no motherhood.A heart that gained lightBecame dark by the same sunrise,When nothing was ever thereTo pull back the stareTo a wakened…
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“For love, we are idealistic. To then place realism upon it, is to limit just how much could be done for a loved one, how far one is willing to go for them, and how much one will sacrifice that was never as valuable.” – Modern Romanticism
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Do not driftWithout the solid kissUpon the greatest pair of lipsTo speak words that siftIn ashes that leakedFrom eyes deserving of joy. I want to curl your formIn these pair of arms,Walk with youTo a Heaven away from Hell,To a place you were grievingYourself from believing. To stop you from leaving,I will wield you beneathMoon…
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Watching the mile become the sensation,In light of your beginningWhere all roads become the journeyWithin your never-ending grief.Evading the sounds of your resignation,While words enter as deliberation.Weeping stones from melting breathIn all that recedes to bottomless death. An ocean breaks the current we met.We reach the ice on edges of cut fingers,Stagnating the pain that…
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Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even…
Modern Romanticism 