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“How does a person understand meaning? By remembering it. If we remember death, we are recalling an absence. At the same time, we are recalling the pain that defines the absence. We remember love, though become deluded at the thought that it, too, has died. Love does not die, though life does. Love does not…
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Turn around.The sun has risen. You face the starlit sky,counting to infinity. How many seconds?How many grains upon a frozen shorewill your mind become lost in? Beyond my armswhich direction is yours? Beyond the scarlet warmth,where will you turn? Your dreams face a sadness and scorn.Your heart, wrapped in velvet,and torn. I wait with an…
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Forego this.These clothes were bandages.This bedHas been our grave,Laid to rest in each other’s petals,Our tears, – But no rain will reach us. BuriedAnd cremated,Shutting a casket’s lidOver our closed eyes.A cover,A storyConcealed, without memory.We forget, in bliss.Death reaches us, upon the kiss. Touch of Iscariot,With denial that love, from aboveBled us dry. We burn…
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Stir the eyesthat roam, the handsthat seethe plain viewof something Somatic. Entertain with nightsof naked breast,open arms, closed caress. Wipe tears from bandaged eyes. Wait for me as I fall from skies. Your arms were never smoother,while our oceans are calm. I retreated from winter,in its decay.With entrance to your fire,I return to stay.
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“To look upon the ruined castle or the Greek pillar, to then state, ‘Why has it become that way?’ and you should put blame on the word ‘change’. Progress is change. Progress suits a singular person’s vision. It is not improvement, this progress. It is merely the change to the world’s colors. A kaleidoscope that…
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Sordid angel stirs, before her coffinis lowered into the soil she bathed within. Dirtied upon the crying smile. Caretake, until she takes waterto create the drought.Her love dries while her life diesbeneath the stagnant moon. Small pebble,dilated in the dark skies,embraces her ocean,pulls her up for a moment more,before letting go. Scorned angel weeps,signals her…
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“There is a monster in each of us, dying to be let loose. When we subdue the monster, we hurl it back in its cage. Can we kill it? We cannot. Our true outcome should be to embrace the beast, and then watch it weep. Why does the monster release these tears? It is because…
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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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