Love
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I’ve lost sunlight,been building sightsto see, to onlyever be able to counttheir distractions.While you have beenwriting your name,withdrawing the shamefrom within me,I’ve been able to seesomething more,someone to adore.Your short walk,to takeoverthe tragic eyesI’ve undressed,heals what I couldn’tcome to address,when alone.There’s the comfortof your presence,taking methrough starlight,replacing the soundsI’ve led through winter.Summer returnsin a startling…
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Tragic turnscause tearsto come througha pair of eyesin the looking glass,reflecting back,with all going black,going gray.I am alwaysholding it close,the fire I wantto keep dancingfor its flicker,for its entrancebefore it fades.I’ve been herelistening to sounds,those from a heartburied in its wreckage,lost on its voyageof painful endurance.I would welcomea kiss from Heaven,to soon regainfrom what remains,in…
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Roped to a slope,pour it down.It will fill incountless cracks,the embitteringfaults we collected.Clean the wound,before its infectionspreads furtherwith the same gracewe view withinan ongoing liewe worship.Life comes,it goes upon whenone abandons the willto reignite its light,over a face,within the night.Love remains,lingers in the dust,even aftermotion becomeslittle morethan a quiver.We’ve existed,if just to be remindedof something…
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Don’t denywhat we’ve longbeen longing for,while surrenderingto the dust,when there was no oneto recolor the rust.Don’t betrayyour heart,when it’s beatingfor a reason you knowis somethingwe both won’t let go.Admit it.We’ll commit it,in all that comesafterwards.Love is a dancewe’ll dance with,expelling up to skiesrain’s reversal.It wasn’t anything morethan a single kissthat confirms this.We were living onfor…
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I’ve misinterpretedthis symphonyof silence.I thought that Ihad been healingon this one path,this makeshift,spacious direction.But I’m losing form,wasting myself awayback into the first stepswhen I was born.I should not take onthe shape of a silhouette,being observed bya thousand achievers.Their belief in me,their tears for memust not be hurledoverboard.The fire has beengetting refueled,to bring warmthto these wounds,to…
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It folds me,depletes meof energy.I’m walkingtoo close to you,furthering fateto be myconqueror.Wilt me,because this issomething that Icannot subside,as I hidebehind, to crynotes for ears,all deafening.Kill me,while I amhere, caring fora deep wound,shouldering the otherweathered scarson time’s drift,in life’s rift.The night carries ona glimpse of somethingbetter to be found.It’s a subtle hint,one I hardly notice,while I…
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It sold the state,continuing to existwith grains ingrainedunder fingernails,from trying to crawlfrom the bottomback to the top.I was alwaysburied further,dragged back underto continue to drown,without dying.I kept screamingwith the voice ofharbored urgency.Who had heard me,as I was leavingall years behind me?For time was a delicate,unapproachable scalewith its magnetsrepelling a kind of soul,misdirected in itsopposing ideals.I…
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Let it enter in,without falling outwith it, on its leash,without losing touchof what will dragour tired bodies,by being unable toredirect our hearts,replace the hurts.There’ll never besomething more,nor someone elsewho’ll be there,above all else.The feelings that swell,the waves that crashadd to the puddleswith ripples createdat the slightest breath.Let us be closerto a rhythmic beat,to the warmth,to…
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I was here,racing your heart,pulling up tothat entombing spotto see it, to believe in it -the depth of you,the face of youI cannot undofrom memory.Despite our distance,despite what concernsthere was, to yourtwisting fate,I couldn’t complywith tragedy’s sake.Wanting all whatwe were chasing aftereven under clearest,purest skies.Waiting for whatit meant to us,living for each breathwe’d take to…
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Your life struckits final match,linked up with itsweathered facade,too close,but necessaryto see the realdiscomfort.What’s been controllingyour heartbeats,backtrack your stepsto where the floodhad begun.Open up,to finallybring forth lightto find where youlet yourself goto the night.For your form,repair itafter you’re ableto recognize storms,to realize torrentsthat you created.You’ve diseased your mind,torn apart your heartto bring flavor for your…
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Our part to playcomes out to washthe dark away.Our eyes do moreto listen to each other,while it’s our earsdoing more to retain,with our handsbrought togetherto collect the rain.I feel the burstsfrom our loyal heartsin their quickened rhythm,chiming the versewe’ve held back,until it came timeto speak its symphony.Personal cueswere what led usto wait, though not tocover…
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I’ve felt itin your pattern,in your sickness.It’s what’s worsewhen it gets betterthan what gets worse,when what’s betteris what I’m blinded bywhen I’m filling inthose uncovered spotsto mute your cry.I’ve seen iteven when seeingthe darkness insidethe infected woundsyou don’t hidewhen I’m here torelieve you.I’ve seen youfor what you are,while I let myself beyour colorless mask,your disguise.I…
Modern Romanticism 