Emotional Poetry
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What were we,while holding handswith our scars? A challenged surrenderdrops our teardropsto flood a plain,to multiplyour stains. Indifference differsa state of stabilityfrom this paralyzing walkover an edgeinto a river. We’ve been lastingjust to keep driftingwith tattered sails,towards embittered defeat,consoling deceit. Coming to care,coming to sharea prayerto the starshad us kneelingon broken knees. We were too…
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Colorful security.Green to your pastures,ice to your throatthat breathes inthe waterwhere you float,whenever you don’tever sink. Do you thinksuch sadness can thrive?That you can surviveif you’re simplyon the brink? You bloom petalsfrom a thousand cutson just two arms,depriving your heartfrom acute joy. It cannot be broughtto you, for youto recede to becomingsymptomless. Life is forever…
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The closest tieput togetherdrowns,without a sound. Without a clash,without a traceto link backto fertile residue,I’m left with a gash,a looted stash. Nothing screamsunder this tide,while I’m followingpale ghoststo their sacred,harmonioushighway. I nourish meback to children’sdeafening laughter,bled from thin,dark-blue veins. I rekindle meover to a sunriseI must have missed,while revisitingan eternal storm. Morning is the callback…
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Painful burialfor a second timethrowing me into you,hoping to benear to you,merged withinthe grains. A futile attempthas me coming back upto see the sunlight,an orb that blinds,burns me to dislikeneeding to livein disconnection. I just entera shroud,your ghost,my storyflipping throughcountless pagesto see what Imight not know. I just tripover invisible wires,carrying a sentencedecided of a…
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When you fall,let yourself gowith the leaves,when you leavein your autumnaldiscoloring. It’s the tragedyplayed outlike a symphonyfor a pale-blue oceanto decidefor you. It’s the weatherdisguising Heaven,flooding Hellfor vain relief. Run with the deadwho’ve run from life,escaping in an eternityof disbelief. An echoing cursereturns to remind youof what you didin reverse. It’s an idea,it’s all seamless,connecting…
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It’s built to belike a shelterfor one,to shield from rain,from the noisecarried on the wind’sinfinite arms. Be welcomedinto the earth’smeasureless depth,its moldable darkness,beneath where facesfeed youtheir residue. Our teardropsare more like melted snow,instead of the rainfrom dark clouds. Your responseto our cold sadnesscomes as a memoryentwined in minds. These times are bornfrom the frost,from phantomsthat…
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It startsas abrupt admittancein a sweet estrangementfrom internal wartime,as I didn’t wantto rebuild the bridgeI kept collapsing. My face reviews itselfin puddles from the past,a reflectionfor bold consideration,to drown the moonafter a noosehas hung it low. I must accompanythe clean sunlightwashing my hands,while under the limelightof modification. I’m making changesfor this constant whirlwindto move me,upon…
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It moves withinyour echoing daylike smooth ripples, hoping to reacha long shoreline. You swim beneatha frozen lake,anticipating one morningto melt your shieldinto fractures. You teach a stormto keep braving you,telling it at nightthere’s nothing morethan to be alright. But you’re quiveringin your concealment,dripping blackonto a white page. Dissolving into vaporlet loose from your lungs,finalizing a…
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Frozen facespledged the wayfor the desertionof lingering sunsets,rebuilding an empirefar from dismay. There are statesto curse,as there are feelingsto disperse. There’s a bridgeunder a single inchof fresh snow. A survivor’s lefta lone roadfor another to followfor graceful steps,for this pullfor ancient symmetry. There is neveran exact amountof fortitudeto raise upon stable legs. Hope acts as…
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Command it,the time in between,to cease, to even departfrom its arrivalto heal the cutslining your arms. You’ve writtenyour cursed nameabove each one,hoping to negotiatea peacedealwith the devil. You’ve been denyingthe bitter flavorpouring from your heart,melting with the stingyou call sweet. Rows of ceremonyfor your safetyamong running waters,burned to be red,dressed to be white. You’re stickingwith…
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Within a warningwhere teardrops are black,a face is wearingits isolation,its merged yearsoutside-in. This is where I’ve died,hoping to go back,meaning to move on. This is where fearescalates,where pain becomesan idol to worship. I’m a dream awayfrom endingthis unwanted nightmare. But I’m yoursto lead me alonginto your doom. Triumph in yourmalevolent tragedy.An anchorhas brought us lowwhen…
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
Modern Romanticism 