Love
-
Having covered ourselvesin quilts, stellar to beall we imagined to be.But we were deceivingword after word,believing in a promisedevoid of a future.We filled gaps with air,isolated mountains to cross,for we were just unableto fulfill our pledge,to see a need to exert,to divorce from loss.In both our visions,we failed to see theseforced scenes,these fields of fireafter…
-
You’ve known me,when this instinctbecomes what Iwill begin to breatheafter I’ve craftedthe summer, for bothof our sunrises.From two distinct,delicate horizons,we recognize that wecan quite easilybreak this, but we’vegone on to believein our search.Light spills around,shadows are endedfrom their long stretch,for we cast none.On continuing to rise,we will meet each other,greeting each otherunder dire expectation.To explore…
-
Subtle footstepsstill go swiftlywhen following fromshadows behind,where light meltedto form a shade.Something tells methat feelings will,at last, be reversedwhen I am reviewingwhat I’ve rehearsed.It will be when Irecognize what soundsI’ve been echoingwhile stuck in this maze,losing sleep from what Ihad vowed to keep.Corners toss me,flavors confuse mewhen I am deepin this interconnectedpassion, from memoriesstill too…
-
An ocean’s waveslap at our feet,feeling what our heartshave long craved,as we staggerto fill our cups.Limping onward,walking these circles,these reaching ripplesthat decreasethe length to theirtrembling stretch,the deeper we sink.We must surrenderwhatever we rememberabout our failureto cusp realityin a tear-stainedhourglass.It will bring us up,even if that is toa flaming noose.It might end us,or it might revive…
-
A shell has returnedto its home, finding shelterwithin a larger shell,within her own Hell.Filter through her heart,all that has begun to bloom,to see that nothing restartsthe life from the silence.She carries a torchwith the darkest flameto light her wayback to that place,where she will playwith burned photos,with the ashes.Like a child,sitting in a sandbox,her despair,her…
-
Liquid remorse,a lesson churnedwithout being learned,while teardropscome down, as dark asan evening where blackis the sole shade.I believed in whatcan be held onto,greeting this universewith burned hands.I did not withdrawall that I mistook,for searing knowledge,until that shade arrived.Since then, I buriedwhat I used to disguise,to begin to understandbetter reasons to thrive.I left winter blank,with its…
-
I have been here,leaving a trailfor your ghostto follow.But were you evercoming closer,recognizing where wemight bring the bloom?Springtime’s innocence,would designatesummer’s remembrancewhere we’d splashin puddles, within ourrisen reflections.I hoped you’d cometo see where a rivermeets an ocean,to know where lovecan be free to breathe.Wishes were close,while colors were far,as all our starsremained at war.Distance kept uswalking…
-
We are twoto dissect, to undowhat knots kept uscloser to an appearanceof monochrome,among a winter sky.We shed shades,divorcing our scarsto turn them into ridges,with deepest valleysfiled with hope’sstarlit decadence.I want us to be there,to be everywhere,thriving within horizonswith signals, rapid,even in the wind,even if we rescindto seek solace.We are about howwe are choosing to live,telling…
-
Gravitational,revering certaintylike a tranquil,overused blanket,keeping heads lowand eyes far.The darkness is justone mile within another,like a sufferer’s meal,filling us upto ache within.I want to wield this,to embrace what lightwe ever threw awayto be comfortable witha second longer.We were made to beunleashed, broken byour own shadows.I don’t want to die,thinking I couldn’t cryduring an offered chance.I…
-
Smoke blankets this scene,birthed from a flameas two worlds conjoinfrom a lost unison.From discovering her,I have come to reviewmistakes made,from a past,from a historyI have finallycome to outlast.Her hair curtainsher entire form,built in the softnessof collected clouds,on softer sheets.Her eyes no longerdisguise what she wants,letting what I’m seeingbecome a sole inspiration.She shimmers, she runswith weather…
-
It had been wished for,taking the deep diveinto what matters morethan to just survive.But we ended there,at a place, held betweena breath and its relief,a stone and a feather.Nothing had subduedour pain, when our gainwas to keep onwardsmore of our nature,over what we nurtured.Life is an effort,while love is a giftthat kept us givinguntil we…
-
I have, at last,seen through to yourunearthed image.It’s been stranglingits own shape,back into contours,back into thin linesno one dared to cross.It’s been your loss,letting grief become envywhere you leak residueonto infinite sands,instead of meadows.I am here to make sureno light reaches you,while purest darknesshas been kept waiting.Death has been standingupright, at a doorI have come…
Modern Romanticism 