Emotional Poetry
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Rowing through windsthat drive onward vesselsthat bleed heaviest.Growing among shapesshrinking in tensionsinto their first dimension.A line demandsa signature,a uniform commitment,a submission,not a rewriteto what didn’t exist.I cannot liewhile teardrops fallto meet solid earthwhere I burieda wounded heart.I cannot strivefor more this waywhile faces scorn me,under the sun.I cannot thrivethrough this thunderthat disconnectswhen it disappears.Autumn leaveshave…
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It’s a recurrence,this standing devoutnature of being withinyour shattered mind.I’m hearing your hurt,hating myselffor what I can’t cure.I’m breathing inrawest vaporof your calamity.Ashes against meare burningonly on the outside.To this, you hopeyour pain to subside.For this, you expectthe other shoe to drop.From white,back into black,my growing feverwas my sole wayto bring myself awayfrom being a…
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Beneathlayers of thickening,broadening fog,there’s still the sequenceof mutual want.We’re meant to seea reflection on onelong-deserted sea.We’re meant to believein the value of our ache,to prevent heartbreak.Mounds of earth,droplets from cloudsare calling us out.We’ve been drifting close,hanging onto air,wilting in despair.There’s much to makefrom the rawestof isolated ingredients.We need to recognize themto decide their place,to build…
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Wash the platewhere you’ve been eatingyour spoiled words.We see rotten declarations,futile undertones.You have an eye for dust,for sadness carved from rust.Hanging there,with emptied hands.There wasn’t evena mere semblanceof substance.Telling yourself to breathebefore a broken mirror.You hear your rushes,before they’re releasedfrom dried lips.Falling through cracks,leaving behind tracksfor grace’s gameto keep you tame.You make the wish,having another…
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Inhibitionturns our impulsesonto themselves,these inborn urgeshaving no placeon the expectationof tomorrow.Blank canvasesfilled with ripened color,decorations givento plain rooms,under a pulse’s powera chime in the wind,of hearts to hold.Wrapped in musicas the messageof valued patienceforms a broad discoveryof who we werebeneath layers,to craft a center.We’re anticipatingeverything to continue,fixing leaks,replacing the graywith vibrant hues,to be renewed.We’re handling…
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Faint trillturns into winter’styrannical chill,once you come backexpecting paradiseto be dumpedin your lap.Over me,your streams leak,as you bite on the lipsI once kissed,I once heard wereof promises kept.You once saidyou were notgoing to ever letthe tidesbe to your worship.But you hold onwith hands that burnfor this tensionto rise higher.Is there not a dropof anythingnot in…
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Heavy weightsdrop like a handfulof debris,for a relieffrom winter’s lastingtyranny.I thrash,knowing I’ll liveexactly where I am.I crash,evaporating tearsthat became a storm.Walls of iceprevent me from movingwithout such spiteclinging like a parasite.My words,tossed like blank coinsinto a river.I’ve been dreamingabout what’s next.Nothing enters in,on the trainof a hundred stops.I’m a worm,hanging onto a threadwoven from fearfor…
Modern Romanticism 