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Upon the half-way Between dusk and dawn, Our eyes did see the scars of the Earth For the stars of the universe. We allowed each moon to come falling To our open arms, Finding finality in where it had landed, Between us, For us. When worlds come together In the dawn, the nearing to an…
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Begin to write my name above the line you have drawn, In the crushed stone, In the sand. When the hurricane comes to take the waves To the bloody shores, It will be graceful, So wasteful. It will be the modern looseness Of all my ways Hurried across ebony and ivory landscapes, Of all my…
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Let stars Be that which your eyes melt towards, Upon the newly-forged night When marriage falls into eternity, When sleep can be forever awakened To the light of every sunrise. I want the moon to never gleam Its pale image, over our heads. There is only the joy to see Where we walk, Where we…
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Laced with the ebony, Raw in material, To drown my day away from the fray, To make a song from her eyes, To soak a curtain with her blues, To hide ourselves among the faraway Glances to each other’s heart. I find pain to show more solemn vows, Fevered in touches, Warm in glimpses, Iced…
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I want the world to worship the stars, Beneath the bloody scars. I want the world to eclipse its own sun, Until new grief can become undone. I want an eternity to speak of peace Until life shows no need To hurry itself, over cliffs When it once stood atop mountains. The flame of descending…
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You hang off Lips made of marble In their clash with the silence Of eternal night, Of eternal torment in your young heart. If you have love to give, Then offer it, now. The world does not last on goodbyes, When we have many who shield their eyes From coming storms. Clouds hang loosely Off…
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Sleep, my child Upon this road covered in salt, For you shall not be frozen In your sleep. You have form that contrasts the night, Buried in white. Like a leaf, dancing on the shoreline Of some faraway beach, Here I am witness to a singular emotion, That of joy To discover that you are…
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Love. That emotion the foolish despise, or the wise will take up. It is that emotion that never lets the last breath escape, without the lover leaning to take it in. It is that emotion that does not let go, for it waits until time cannot move any more clocks, or when the galaxies cannot…
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How does a man, as me Realize what tears him apart, Until the moon shines through his open soul? Until the tears are all that is left to eat? Until the future brings no sunrise, Because all that is left to witness Is the sunset? I find freedom to be The incredibly lost feeling, Sailing…
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“The saying remains that we are not a reflection of a social realm, though it is true instead that society is a reflection of ourselves, of our own hands, as it is in our own making. Why men weep, said to be rare, is not a teaching by society. In fact, it is a result…
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“Much of the fault within egotism is the lack of being honest, out of a desire for personal gain. If the common saying for an artist or a creator is to say that no one can comprehend their work, then is the abstract artist merely the deceiver? If the common saying for abstract art is…
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In the arms of the moon I see a reflection deep in the white Of an emptiness. Her tears come down upon cheeks of the same hue Of no hue. I kiss them in the haze of a winter’s sunset For her to rise to blanket the night Without direction for her light. Just a…
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