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Beneath dark leaves,Above washing soilWhere rain never reached,Leaving seeds to never sproutHigh enough to reach Heaven,For I can see green, where should be blue,As I can see the red of my hands,Finding a heart, that never knew. I carve a spot into a rockTo silence the flow of a singular tear,For its landfall would never…
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She clungUpon barest life,Alike child, who weptOf tears, unkept,Strewn into the ocean’s tideLike photographs never remembered. I can shorten this ropeAbout your feet,I can allot you no more freedomTo see the suffering galeThat moves from my lips, to set sail. Leaving meWith absence, and remembranceOf your curling formAbout the sea’s unrest,As you get undressedTo the…
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Killing the buds,One by bloody one,In hands, folded into ironMarking disaster where you treadDeep in the steps of worrying oblivion.I can count your tears,Face your aromatic fears.The bleeding pain will not causeYou, to become the effect. Your love is a ruined thorn,Radiant on stem,Fallen, to be reborn.Love has departed from your wings,Burying themselves into dust,Leaving…
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Living upon turned over rocks,Making my mark upon fertile soil,Losing an edge for every crease,Leaking sadness, as my last breath.She calls to thunder,She buries herselfIn awe and wonder. Like a face defeatedUpon pebbles that trailAn ocean’sFailing point,I can kiss what will eventually be buriedIn the lines I drawSo crudeIn the nude sand. I will growA…
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You’ll loseYour earnings on the road,Masking your jealousy with fragrance,Radiating the windWith frailest streamsThat could ever extend from your eyes.Of blue upon the blackVoids of life, where lakes coverThe voids of our deceit. How are weThis close to the end,Yet, I have not held youIn arms, that sir deeperThat any silent weeper, in the oceansOf…
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“You keep looking for evil in people, sooner or later you’ll find it, even if it wasn’t there in the first place.” – John Wolfe (The Secret World)
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LoveIs the gliding stareTo the endsOf whereWe can find ourselves loving reflections,Like children without direction,With our feet placedUpon soil that runs,Faster than us. Love is where we may be seated,As we might be sighted,Lifted to the welkin above,As we are sunken belowIn arms, that bury ourselves,While the skies above, will weep. We liveIn each other’s…
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Holding the hardnessOf a cold, winter’s heart,I can sing you tunes that would not matterTo the lonesome state of your eyes.Face me,Like facing the broken child,The twisted animalTied at the neck to the fence,Bleeding of spirit, through the eyes. Inside the whiteOf staring blue,Is merely the black of a voidThat was never filled,Was never reprievedOf…
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Within the semblanceOf your eyes,Turning about to face the sunAs it criesYellow light to stream from its void,Where a moon sought to crush the blanketingRose of where you highlighted your faceUpon, when your life was certain. I leave you to the winds.Suffer more, for I can never win.Like leaves that leave their branches,With the moon…
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“Were humans be able to comprehend each other, with ease, we’d do so, through art.” – Modern Romanticism It is like grief, where we lose something we found to be more valuable than us, that such sadness becomes a universal understanding. We are not limited by our sadness, for tears are always infinite. The suicidal…
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“Has not the average person been aware of their steps, ahead? Is it a commitment to fear, to stay where one is? The future always looks the bleakest to those who cannot face it. They would rather see the light of the moment, as it grows larger with each waiting hour that passes.” – Modern…
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Oh, love,Marry meWhere winter can sleep,Where feelings can rushFrom somewhere deep.I can quit the stormAbove my eyes,Would you to take my hand,Gathering the petalsOf a fertile and eternalBeautiful spring. We have crossedWays that were so crooked,Lines that were too narrow,While we loved with a bleeding sight,While we lived in the course of fright.Take my golden…
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