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I’ll not leave this serenade Of loneliness, Leaving dripping tears Upon the hollowness of my stare. You can draw the blinds closed To comfort me, Though I’ll remain To hold close the pain, The holes That are shattered marks on my heart. I’ll not drown my grief In a greater belief That I can lift…
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Love is the Devil’s unkindness In the arms that float on To the next expected devotion. She will Sink on in gravity’s mask, As a face descends upon her, again In the Earth’s collapse. I pleaded Blood to be kept In veins, When all was stolen in a mere second To the guided winds of…
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Swaying upon the anchor, I am, While you are lifted To incredible heights. Your lips Pressed against the palest blue, While I am still An eclipse away. The light in my heart Has faded Into distant blackness. You are the fear I have come to endear With trembling fingertips, Tormented gaze. I will never stop…
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Of elegance in serene landscapes Atop your form in the expression Of what grows, There are lakes for gleams, With eyes that never seem To stare with much discomfort. You are the ocean, As I am the boat That glides above you. There is no storm to press me down, To pressure you. Your evenness,…
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“She raises that head, to reveal the streaming face of hers, running as painful flames, as lava, from two eyes like twin suns. As though the fire in her was the only thing to raise the face, revealing the same trickles, the same tendrils, both in tear stains and expression.” – To not Sink a…
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Wield me In your verse, In your river Of words spilled upon the platter Where servants come to take For those deserving Of our pleas, of our cries. Tears have formed the streams for us to walk On manifestations. Beauty is the open trail While sadness leaves itself to be The guttural wail. I hope,…
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“In a world full of towers, only their shadows make themselves the blankets over what cannot sprout.” – Modern Romanticism What becomes of a person who is encouraged to feel good of themselves, not care for what others think of them, and to be their own person? They become the one who never yearns to…
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One is meant to come to a Therapist for an answer, not for a question. A mentally unstable individual lacks mental clarity. What is a Therapist, if not representing a leader? Therapists are meant to be like the leader, offering that route the mentally ill individual is so desperately desiring. That question, which is, “What…
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How can shattered hearts Mend as one? I bleed what you cannot see From me, For my pain Remains to you A stark blindness. Upon the path of your story, You are filled, You are freed From inescapability. Love is perilous, Death seems merciful To you, in this heat, In this bleak Contrasting moments From…
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She shed rose water From showering eyes, Leaving duress upon the caress, Contemplating futures, Where all I meant to go Was one step backwards To where I began. The meaning of all I have lost On this road of no miles Leaves hearts wide open, My heart Filled with the filth Of a thousand perplexities.…
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With each beat of a hollow heart, Each ache pressed against my chest, There is still the warmth of you, To my vague recollection. Your beauty matches symmetry, Easily shattered. Your eyes, the suns for my blindness, Your form, the pain I absolve So swiftly under the burning oaks With their falling boughs. I want…
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Her eyes Glaring with hope Across somewhere I find Ignition to a greater mile. She teaches me to use The file To saw my teeth to chew this moment, Not to dust, Though to shape something of worth. An attraction To sunrise, Is my fortunate beginning. Her life has been the rose. My world Once…
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