Emotional Poetry
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
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Steady displacementruns in this exhaustiveoverview, over me. I’m not desertingwhat I knowin this exertion. I’ve been steeringupon these waves,crying outone helpless roar,anchoring sadnessin a frozen state. I’m not moving,while merely carvinga circle to be buried. Time’s tested me,made me its puppet,while I dineupon my denial,out in the open,far from retreat. I say the wish,I watch…
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A second, to salvage,is all you need,to vary your voiceon an opposing spectrumwhere seasons change,colors endure. Nighttime follows,before your brutal rainfallcomes to tower over you,covering your miles. You never knewwhich way was right,looming in the directionof what you have left. Pain pieces you togetherlets you remain equalwith the warmth runningfrom your veins. You’re always feelingyour…
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Through this silence,we both scream,rippling waves in emptiness,discarding our tranquil,stillborn hopes.Through madness,we’ve both made each othersworn enemies held close,bonded in the ironof our blood.Our faces are severe,as our blood burnsupon its sudden rush.Our disease is to searour flesh into blackness,more bare than earth.A sickening symphonycracks upon our voice,opening with the depletionof what we held in.After…
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There’s your stateto be salvaged,there’s your woundsto turn from bereavementinto reflection.A lake has formedunder your feet,a spot of yourself-containedresidue.It drowns your words,echoes your screams,diving your facealong a ripple.It freezes to keep youlocked onto a void,captures your graceinto endless space.Who are youin all this irony?The scope of ithas you crawlingfor the grains,for the dust,for the ruststaining…
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I change directionupon an instinctto deliver morethan remorse.It’s in vainonce I noticeI’ve no breath leftto force open a door,Stuck with the circleinside a rectangle.This room’s surveyed me,challenged my willto start a fire,beyond control.This room’s revisited me,watched me from the inside,while I’m filtering awayall of my honesty.Trapped among walls,closing in,leaving me to wail,begging to be releasedfrom…
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Let yourself,as a shivering angel,break with yourcrumbling foundations.It’s been a treatto see you burn,scattering your ownflavorless ashes.It’s been a whilesince you stood upto the darknesshiding your eyes.Come down withthis oncoming winter,striving for paradiseto be your shelter.It’ll be in sightwhen you wake up,digging into oneeternal sunrise.No more to shatteramong faces you forgot,in the silence you surrenderedyour…
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Granting a glimpseof what occursbehind closed doors,from inside a spacetranslated fromfallen grace.There are enough blocksto build back again,to reverse this ruin,but I want to wiltin the growing storm.A fresh downpourfor me, among heavy,isolating crowds.I’m a face to pick out,like a petalfrom a colorless garden.Channel this thunderfor a brief understandingof what I’ve got left,once it illuminates.Change…
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Enough daysto entertain a smilethat’ll shatter,when a different momentcomes to matter.Your worst endingis to see the sunfor the rain,for the facesyou’ve come to treatwith disdain.Enough secondsdeveloping yourselfoff a second skin,a mask folding your nameon an early headstone.You’re in disrepair,content with an onslaughtthat deprives youof a future’sforgiving frame.Build with the daysbetter to be saved,to be remembered…
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Sink lower,beneath a darkened sun.Let moonlight highlightthis deceptioncalled happiness.Hear one coward cryupon a hollow,spacious ocean.I’ve been driftingon starlit waters,demanding a cure.Branch scarslike veins,like naked boughsin the midstof winter.There are no moreletters to send,seconds to commit to,while I’m floatingon my blood.There are no moreyears to accept,silhouettes to reject,while I embrace diseasein this wreckage.
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Deprivation’s mark,a trademark with evidenceequal to one’s depth.I’ve been bereavingover this messagesent out, with flagspinned to headstones.I am bleedingthe waters I must cross,with the pain that singson an ocean of grey.Bitter flavorfrom iron coatings.Sinister fervortramples over grainspiled upon humanity’slimited remains.I sting under sunlight,surrounding myselfwith slow-moving glacierscapturing the night.There are otherswho’ve dreamed beyondthis recurring nightmare.They are…
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What holds youlike chains, stuck for years?Braking on the edge,driving with a limitto your miles.Walk over fire,like I do.Burn with the bridgewe will build,while quiet pleasurebecomes loud.Float overwhat you recognize,while momentsbecome memoirs,evidence or testimonyto this tale.Walk on wires,like I have.These conductive circuitshave been pulsingfor far longerthan we’ve been breathing.Burn your bridge here,lose your tearsthat we…
Modern Romanticism 