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Feint. Ingloriousto the thuds of formsagainst the gentle earth.One blooming pair of lipsare rounded in flesh,born to undressone body dressed in black. With all the tears of Neptune,sighing in eternity’s doom.For arms, lovers walkedwithout miles to skip.Under stars, lovers talkedcaught in the moonlight’s anchorthat brought them buriedelsewhere. For toil,above the soil,she carried his heartfar into […]
Read MoreHead on the pillow. Her head in his arms, here daydreaming of the days when he would do that. When he would hold her, the rain fell upwards from her eyes. When he would hold her, the stars were only ever beneath herself. Far beneath, she had been held, as she now is stretched across […]
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Their version of history. Their eyes. Caught. In a spiderweb of memories, both lovers; no, something more connected; a husband and a wife are here to recall, not renew, their vows. Together, until death do the both of them apart. Until the rottenness of flesh will tear one asunder into the earthen grey, while the […]
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Still youKeep running the tears that toMankind’s hurts, in the war for bloodied dirtFollow wails, will lead to worse.Leave sorrow as dewTo make the mourning as morningWithout the sleep of the sunStaying where we are entering. While love is warm, apartFrom faces scarred,We keep the bullets entering hearts – We send forth showers, towards eyes […]
Read More“It is grief that stains the living soul. It is not peace with the bereaved, since it is peace with the dead. Those who grieve are in pain, because they wish to be with the dead. To recover from this, reverse the wish to be with them, to the understanding that the dead live on […]
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Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even […]
Read MoreCollect me, Or, correct me, While winter freezes the season Into an autumnal summer. Petals fall with the rain, As life grows In the stain, From wilted irises Cast down Towards ever-wandering Feet.
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Petals, drawn out of eyes,Washing on, running onFrom the place they laid upon. A mind full of symmetry,Mindful of jealousyMoving forth to shortcomings,Laid flat in the long-termOf a presidency voted in by grief, Washing ashore, eyes to seekThe stagnancy in the idle blueOf skies that never drop,With hearts that never stop. Wandering with cruel disclosureUpon […]
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I lay here, recounting the days that you have said those words upon the lakes. Upon where ripples cast ever greater waves, while loosening tides from your eyes, to your lips. There is great sickness, here. There is great powerlessness, here. Among me, so much is torn. Among you, there is much more to be […]
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She holds a smile in her hands, while filming the ocean’s sounds with her heart. Sounds that return to her, upon when the waters lick the shoreline. Sounds that matter only to a world that never responded quick enough, upon when sickness took her beloved. A world that only gave a whisper from a dying […]
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The funeral strikes the hour,As I waltz pastThe raining petalsThat do not,RepeatingDo notBurn, nor tearApart, at their solaced shower. Her hair falls back, lifeless,Never againTo be brushed by the hand,My hand,Facing the floor,Soaring towards the naked shoreWhere eyes can glimpse my stroking tears. I had loved,Meagerly loved,Simply lovedThe rose gathered amongstAll these forgotten petals.Her face,A […]
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Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery’s sake, to see a face that looks back to his pain, to the absence. As this memory unites with himself, a hollowness begins to become so apparent in its torture. Just a single pang of loneliness, doubt, and uncertainty to keep […]
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