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Here’s to beauty On its road to an unending destiny, Travelling with the waves Smothered by crimson, Torn by the shore. Here’s to a love That froze on its wings, Losing its sails, Tearing its mast, Breaking its hull. Here’s to your bleeding spirit That withers So like the engulfing terrain, The Hellish pain That…
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Blue radiance, The sky held up firmly In your closing eyes. You will shut yourself to what fogs the embers That run off your throat, to the wind. I lay a kiss against your hand In hopes that you will stand With your face pressed to the rising sun. Decades meet centuries In my timeless…
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A waltz With hands that reach Towards the hole Torn from the Earth. I breathe my dust over a memory That stays to write fewest litanies To me, the scribe to my own psalm. She waits there With an ocean to call a storm. She resides there Across my desperate mile, Where stares are sinking…
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She lost her gaze, Lost her place Among time’s worn end To her life in the tallest grass That can ever reach her fingers above, Her corpse below. I bleed a sickness related to hers, As I set the bouquet down to my feet. Her eyes were mine in their capturing, While her lips were…
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I dream of fog Lifted to my sight, Stilled in my bed As I am, Lost in the dream of burial, There is a face that does not look back. It sinks With me, in its arms, Away to the moon, away to mourn The love of a departed figure Who stood there within the…
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I see thee Laid, to be scrawled in entering words To my few empty pages. I am but the scar that represents the lines, As you are the ocean that leaves me blank. I call moments Apart, To be left on the start, The beginning of the page Of every crease. Your mind is my…
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Hold up our halos, While we must Leak Heaven’s light from streams of plight, Gleams and screams Born into another, Wide with every open crack Of a wound upon the flesh. I could freeze space, Let us lick our own taste In blood, of iron That streaks a tiresome roar Upon its tracks. Our life…
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She holds curtains Before her trailing eyes, Then asks the world, “Where were all those loathsome goodbyes That never came, before the end?” Trails come as journeys To tears, never-ending. For her, life threw turns to her, Sobbing beneath the blackest veil Thrown over trembling shoulders. Her neck is a bath For the bucket, the…
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“Is there something more to fight for, than the love that fills the gap, fills the void? The void was not created because something is lost. The void has always been there. It is there because something is missing. Like the main ingredient in a dish, love is the main ingredient in life.” – Modern…
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Carry you On a rowboat made of shields. The wood is to your texture of skin, A velvet, A softness, Of many nights spent deep under Your caress. Blood runs as our water, Streaming from poisoned wrists. I am in love with a crippled heart, A disused soul That does not move In alignment with…
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How many of the Devil’s Marking Needs to fit your ear To hear My verse? Just scrawling As my hands reach to dip the quill Into a well full of blackness. I pain myself As a muse to your naked self. Your glimpses To my might. Our fairytale, This horrid fright. There is love atop…
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Under cloudless nights, The wind calls for our fright To be laid against the glade That has no pleasure to show its shape. We show tears as elegantly As we do our fears. You sway your hips In dancing curves Under moon that reveals the porcelain of you, With weaving gleams to the ebony trails…
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