Emotional Poetry
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Tears can fallfor so longto fill up gapswe were to reign in,to hear our heartbeatsup close and personal. It’s a momentto decidewhat to reviseon a pagewhere we pledgeda storm to fill outall the spaces. A time has cometo rebuildon a drained sea,from a dried facewithout a traceof what once diedon the inside. Bringing the piecesto…
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Remind me.Which directionwere youmeant to go? High up,perched like a crowon your vessel,you’ve caught no lightin those dark eyes. Tears are notdistinguishablefrom the rain,falling with you,as you repeatthe words. The reasonyou’re in pain.The spaceyou devote your dreamsto an unending nightmarehas collapsedyour vision. What remedycan heal such grave,undressed woundsflooding your tombbefore you’ve entered it? What fieldwill…
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Black curtainswere the lastarticle of our clothingto burn. Though, theyretainedthe same discoloration.A hundred flakes,a trail of smoke,they became. One blank pageinvites usto walk, to dine,to leave behindfootsteps that showwandering souls. One wavefrom an invisible hand,will let us dream,guiding us ontoa sincere riverto a calm ocean. Rebuilding a bridge,made possibleas a morning’s sunriselets us seewhat to…
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Borders,a fortress of ruintells the timefor you, while youlet the white of winterguide your footsteps. Pieces of icereflect your history’searthen depravity. For you area single inch awayfrom filling a grave. You breathe,while you don’t knowwhy your lipsare open. You speak,pillaging meaningfrom the scarsadorning your heart. For fatalism,you struggle onwith a mindsetthat desertsyour future’s lightfor the…
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Afterall,the endingdidn’t comelike what weexpected. Devising our symmetryto outlast distortion,feeling how wetrembled in lightof moving foundations. Our love died,mixed in with starlight.An empire,constricted to loseits breath. Up to death,we fell apart in ourlisted sequences,revising nothing while webroke everything. Tragic consequencefrom a timeinhaling the smoke,from a burning shelter. Our tearswon’t put outsuch flames. They’ll be the…
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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…
