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Then spun the wheelsMimicking the current ideal.A track lostFor a purpose receivedAt the point eternity was crossedTo the arms,Towards the lips at silence conceived.A burial of vows in frozen pages. I shivered at the altar,Wearing my heart on a sleeveWhile my face twisted and alteredIn the same sweat the people believedWas to quit their train.
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He paces, in support of himself. His footsteps crumble remnants of a previous Autumn, for now the season is Spring. Something keeps his forward direction, though his heart requires a quilt, even as a hand to keep it company. This elder, this man, follows the sidewalk gleams, like it were a pathway of snow for…
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“Humans are only complex, because of our curse to overthink ourselves. To our identity that makes us, it is not so complex as to state we are different enough to be unique, even if that uniqueness allows us a moment of pride. Our identity is a human one. We are not above nor beneath another…
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Speak your curse,Being cruel in all tragic shapesThat softened you to worse.Love waited, then dividedThe space between your eyes.Your sight changes, as you confidedIn the world’s end.
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A pilot within the storm,Two hearts lost in their passing streams,While eyes can no longer seeOceans for the monochrome skies.Hell has seen to those lovelorn,Born of wings, lost from the angels.Sadness bears flight for infants,Senseless in the resounding grief,Compelled for arms, uttering insignificance.
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Poem #1 “Weeping among Feathers” Apart from the sun,As the seasons come undoneTo reveal where teardrops fellAs anchors to the fetid mist.Your arms in the rain,In the attempt to drench the pain. Tied together in savage looseness,While winter ceases the hailThat Springtime had called down – Upon your displayed frown.You forever wish to decayMore than…
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Pull all the curtains,Teardrops were better the diamondsThan the gold that circles them,Being the predator, being certain.Fold your lids over sapphire,As the blue in your soul kneelsTo find meaning in the dark,Waiting inside an earthen heart. I stain your lips with figurative words,Trembling at hands, waiting for a mergeWhere union is the symmetry.At the final…
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With each breath that never makes itTo the wick, that it should be unlit.With all faces that speak the vibrant curseOn lips, concealed of a veiled messageThat love bleeds on, for better or worse.Pages connected at their grip,Holding weather to its writer’s eyes,With clouds waving the sun goodbye – On the road, the landscape that…
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Sifting through memories in picturesBled through a glimmer, a streamWhere Hell raises the sun for your captureIn the lasting rose, upon razor petals.You leave fog for these eyes,Weeping stains, unbinding the seams – While ships toss hearts, overboard.Can we renew our imageWith familiar landscapes, decadent cityscapes? Can we hold hands, while the earth escapesBeneath the…
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Fold your wings,Catch the flame a moment more,While a flicker can be adored.You are one bird,While left with nothing to singDuring a tortured midnight. Stir yourself, atop boughs,Catching the flame brought low. You are one of a kind,While senseless in mind.You weave tracks – With nowhere to place a diamondA teardrop ever gave you.
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Fewest pictures in the backgroundSpeak to me repeated soundsFor your fairness, beneath the blacknessWhere you conceal the smooth ripples,The flowing tracks to paddle backwardsTo your razor eyes in the sadness. How often have you concealed this wound,Carrying on, upon man-made lakes?How desperation digs you deepBeneath craters, in Hell – Gently dropping tears into those wells.In…
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Dare I see the coastWhere kisses are brought to shore?Dare I rush to boastWhat others murder for,Leaving scars that never soar?Dare I face the blue,Holding tears back, that renew – Themselves, upon the faded you?Weeping without gravity.Facing up, in disparity.
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