Emotional Poetry
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It’s an evening’s rideinto the mist,delivering agonyfrom where it sparked,from earlier onwhen the tide rose.In this heatof an hour’s rush,I am with the speedof one startled glacier,for I’m collapsinginto an echo.The mountains answer,the lakes are ripplingto shimmer facesreflected back,reminding me that Ishould turn around.I keep onin the same wayI let the wound bleed,receiving warmthfrom a…
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Your designationwithout just a quiet,almost absent,voice of deliberationhas drawn your doomin the dust.Sadness speaksafter you lost your fire.Love has forsakenyour once bright eastside,because the morningrefuses to dawn.Dreaming in the daywhen much is in disarray.Screaming to be heard,crawling to be seen,but nothing and no onereceives your hand.An embittering memorialall this becomes,walking on unreflective glass,wading in freezing…
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All in the shade,kisses keeping lowthe blue from us,a choice madeafter a sessionin a storm.Green meadowsare far out of reach,while we decayin a gentle embraceof death’s way.Striving for eonsthat won’t relievehow we’ve seethed,blinded to tearsthat revisit.Monochrome oceans,mouths that begfor the sun’s returnwhile we drift on,while we’re mourningin the morning.This isn’t anythingto be rowing for,while dirt…
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Bold blackon the white contrast,I’m writing an ageof fossilized,buried tales.There are thosewho must find outwhere I’ve been,what I havebecome.There are thoseleft in the dark,for I believedtheir ignorancekept them clean.It was when a teardropfell in the directionof where I kneltthat I rememberedtheir hearts.It was when their lipsspoke of what Iwas instead blinded bythat I recalledthe entire…
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I walk amongmiles of wilted brush,getting cut from thornswhere blood didn’t needto ever rush.I have been losing it,for the time whenI won’t be needing it.There’s this sandfalling throughoutstretched hands.There’s my fingertipsburning like the edgesof melting candles.Beyond the grave,I’ll find what Ifailed to save,forming warmth out ofa forgiving fire.It’ll melt the icethat wrapped this torn,shivering body.It’ll…
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Caging in water.A phantasmal rushis the ghostyou feed with a fever,a cold-hearted exaggerationfor fewer thoughtsto consider.There’s blood,running far fromits enemybeing the floodwalled within.Can you correctyourself, within yourmaze of indecision?Tracks will soon beall that’s leftto remind youthere had been a road.Can you screamonce petals become dust,when your limbs turn to rust?You speak clearlywhen thunderstorms are loud,but…
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Thick vaporexits from an open,eager pair of lips,for I’m holding onto what I brought inon its knees.Distortioncomes from the daysleft behind,left to drag ontheir stubborn presenceas phantoms.They’re in,until they’re outfrom ebonyto ivory.They’re floatingupon the same lanethat I’m walking.They’re disguisedin long trails of smoke,from burned pagesdetailing history’spained conclusions.I’m asking for a cureto keep sickness absent,if not…
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You’ve been drenchingyour outstretched handsin damp soil,inside those spotsyou devote your toilto the stormsthat follow.For fallen rain,for crytallized leavesrozen without winterto leave its white,drawn-out immaculacyfor you to ruin.You transfer pain,from yesterday’s eveningfor tomorrow’s morningyou pledge safetyto sorrow.Lights on a roadgo out from your breathsexpelled from a pairof rotting lips.When will you fuelthe better heatfrom within…
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Disappear throughripples upon twin curtains,entering death’scradling arms for yourtired head.For what else can I doto ease the sufferingprolonged pasttomorrow’s hope?A burning ropehas found its graspon one last breath,endangering a second.A final heartbeatreturns its echo,reminded meof how far you’ll goto live, to win.You can flywhen your wingsrepair from being clipped,entering a cold void,leaving me behindto figure…
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There deepensthe depth, due toa lone tricklefrom two veins,from cold dropletssoaring from cuts,on purposeless smiles.I wait to know whywe had to surrenderto refuse lovefor its sacred remedyfor our tragic,persistent travesty.Life has been our sore,death has remainedour loudest calling.Darkness is nothingwhen through funerals,we’ve kept confiding.Needed burialfor brittle bones,once closed aroundtwo aching bodies.Now we’re trappedbecause of time’s…
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Rain with mea blessing we bothcan retrievefrom its neutral status,with our devoted hearts,our stable hands.We can exhumewhat we repressed,delivering our petalsto open lips.We can dreamour oceans combined,bring in the wavesover naked shores.Light is notour devouring enemyas it restson our shoulders.We’ve suffered enoughto not wish to resistits teeming presence.Sickness is the flutterin our abdomens,the music that…
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A punished simplicityfor being trueduring timeswhen a candlehad to die.I’m counting edgesI’ve brought infrom an oceanI’ve had to navigatebefore it was too lateto be reborn.Smiling without sincerityis the weight I releasedlike an anchorfrom a rotting ship,from a repeated,deserved nightmare.Deep in the sleepof reviewed heartbeats,I’m looking througha looking glass.I’m dreamingof what I’m conceivingwithout such a curseto…
Modern Romanticism 