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Your air, and my own Drink wine, upon the cliffs Where we may take sight of owls Perched upon the top of boughs, In this distant night. For all I witness is the ocean, With a phantom beside Me, in the unfolded world. Unfurled, are my lips To taste the breezes, coming ashore. Furled, are…
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I said the currents would rush From quivering eyes. I said the ocean would fill your heart, Before it turned to snow. Breathe for me What you want to see Of a universe, that does not bleed. For only a star Could reveal such light Against the void of disappearance. How much blood Could fill…
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Watch as the sun sets, Watch as her eyes close Against the sheltering sky, As her remaining breath waters my eyes. Watch as I loosen my grasp To set her into the sea, While my tears make the ocean move, Among my sobs, With a hurricane of grief. I wanted her in the Earth, In…
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Who holds the rose Against the tide of hurt? Who holds the stem against The flowing blood, Acting as the dam, Acting as the building Where I may pray For a new love, To be thrown over my grieving heart, Like one velvet robe, Comforting my lonely spirit? Who says that the idea of love…
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How deep can you fill this cup Full of your woeful tears? Your heartache was a shared one, Full of the glimpses to an ended world. Can this emptiness spill over Of my cupped hands? I have a solitary planet travelling through the milky texture Of my porcelain cheek, Like embracing a nebula When it…
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Awaken me, For my pain, The burning Is becoming forgotten. I hold upon the face of a clock, With my left hand in the grasp of a minute, As my right hand is in the grasp of a second. Was I too early, Or was I too late To take you? All that I kiss,…
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No one so much as relevant Did see me part ways With the irises, the coloring Of a world so vast, so in-depth with meaning As a woman with a tulip pressed against either cheek, As someone whose future begins to see itself, Over again, in the dried lakes. You were, Again, in my mind,…
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Where were these sticks Crossed over shallow mud? Like my heart, nude in the wind of your sighs, It came highest, to point out among the grain. I lost all, With truest signs, to accompany me In the soil, in the leaves. I feel the weights, Among the mirrors, Hollow in how deep Goes me,…
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There is no such thing as a “realistic approach” to a problem. During the ongoing problem, one finds optimism, solely in the fact that being optimistic means to have the desire to cure the problem. Simply being realistic when it comes to an issue, only means to know the facts. The facts are fine. Yet,…
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Without thee, I’ve committed to be The lone man, with nothing to hold. Can I hold a ghost, in these weary arms? I cannot, though would love to Weep for the first time. I cannot, though would love to Kiss a woman, again. It would not be like the first. I create stars for my…
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When my world turned a shade of coal, A shade of ebony. A shade too many the detail of corruption, As you departed, free from me. You were the many sails atop the ship, The many hours for the diseased patient Who spits blood upon their immaculate attire. You were the essence of the wind,…
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Love called the dust away From the ropes you carry in your arms, As you walked free from the ladder That carried your will. Do not end, this way When I still love you. Eyes are all that is left, Before they ever close. Do not lose What we hold between us, Not the ropes,…
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