Emotional Poetry
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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…
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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…
