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“Justice is, what denial isn’t. We cannot, as we might, find ourselves to find fault in another, without rejecting our own humanity. Our nature, to be imperfect, to be flawed, is to comprehend that the sides to a coin do not represent a sheer division; rather, they represent what exists to inevitably work towards the…
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FormlessFor each shredded pieceOf uncaressed flesh,To waitOn the other side of an edge,Bleeding throughEnvisioned, frosted gates,While eyesSend bewitching signalsTo ships, on their turnPast the blood. A face of reconciliaton,GrowingEmbers, on the edge of eyelids,While waves caressEach carried form,From the shore. All broken stemsKneel too heavy.All petalsFall too readily. To traceA signal, within the spaceOne form…
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Collect me, Or, correct me, While winter freezes the season Into an autumnal summer. Petals fall with the rain, As life grows In the stain, From wilted irises Cast down Towards ever-wandering Feet.
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For her, with ease toEach fallen leaf with dew.About her, to the smileEach thorn grows,For the while.A grace among allEmptied space,A life,Stolen awayAt the blinkOf strife. She weepsEach fragile star,Singing through parted lips,While the wavesBreak upon her scars. Guilt runs inside,White, within tides,While petals smolderIn gray fields, uncovered.Walking past sunsetsTo the storm,Where skies undress,Un-shieldsItself,From all…
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Live,Breathe,And do not leave,While the waters still wash usIn perplexing floods.No comprehensionFor the sadness,As tears begin to drizzleFrom Heaven,In its dust and clouds. Walk withinThe curtains that cover us.Idle, in our travesties,While blue is the storm,As redIs the deliverance,As we wield the thornSpeaking through vessels. ContoursAre the lines we’ve drawnFor our forms, in the earth.We…
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“Through fear, a person learns to move. As it is always ‘through’ fear, to be past it, not within it, that life stirs itself inside its own veins. It will be fearlessness, attained, when a person learns to ably spill some blood off their own veins, without tears to add.” – Modern Romanticism No one…
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Within,And then withoutWhile the moon heavesIts division of faces,Across wasted edges. Smiling had not matteredWhile the winds were scattered,While heartbeats had skippedUpon lakes of shallow iron. A forlorn place,A shieldThat took up the traceUpon the field.A moon without its haloed rise,While Saturn fellTo its knees. A ring to the return of a will,While Death had…
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And I would,Without audible whisperLay withinThe storm you have bandagedInsideYourself, heartfelt. Blood flows,Mornings goOn towards the secretive sunset,As I first thought themTo be imagined,BehindIn one crystallized mind. Facing you,Beneath,For I am no man,As ever a childCould reverse a trainUpon stillness, laid in life. Porcelain arms,A mouth washed with crimson.Scenery to a face,Traced with sublime contoursAs…
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Curtains and flames,Hauntings amongBrittle blame,While the fog settles acrossHer crying eyes.To the truthFor her spark,With loveBroken upon the sightOf angels,From above. Slender touch,Feeble,Yet transparentWithin the lakes she’s created,Burning in the sunsetTo her heart. Light uponThe swiftest surenderFor love’s holiest seed.Calming herIn sickness’s storyBy the pages of twisted plots,Broken spines. NothingTo rake of the leavesDropped from…
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With eyesSleeping through the cure,Simple in death,WateredIn the blur.All else stirs,Elswhere, in the breeze,Simple motionsFor fertile boughs,Wasting seeds. Your death,To beWithout breath.Your eyesHave seen my flame,Have caughtThe fires,In the lane. Splended rush,Pebbles caught in the hair,Termites eatOnce-tempting structure. Once lostIn your air,Beneath your breath,Sweet with the sunrise. Collected rubble,Finding a heartAmidThe stain of graveyards,Where love…
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Here’s to shame,Pacing with the blame,Weeping a songWith nowhere to belong.Waiting with eyes, wide open,And breathingBeneath the ocean. Meander throughThe still rush,Within. Waking To discoverSnowfall, in the soul. To signA name, with white-outUpon the heartThrough reverberation,Wasting yearsBeside the fears. Here’s to the breath,The blameness,ShamenessSuffering. Here’s to grace,To a placeLife will swallow the cureLove holds out.
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Cradle to rockThis life, to mockThe reasonA heart keeps beating.A clockKeeps spinningOn, with rhythm.Gone,Without a handFor the hold. Keep yourself,Save what is leftFor the otherSide of a spent coin.I wanted,I keptThe love, alive,On a train for your forgivenessWhen all I have to offerIs the dreadful blaze. The flame,Counted as teardrops,InfiniteWith the stars,As I’ve broken youOn…
Modern Romanticism 