Love
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If this were valuable,if this were yours,you couldn’t laughwhen drops of bloodare all that’s leftto be cleaned.You wouldn’t bestabbing open wounds,deceiving me intoyearning to undoyour alienation.Love flooded fields,gave us harvest,granted us a tidefor growth, for bothof our heartsto decide.We weren’t meantto be ones to hide,while we werealways opento confide.Light shined whenwe were wilting.Water quenched usafter…
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Leaving echoes,reliving ripples,connecting the dotsamong faint stars.Undressing woundsto see what’s reflectingin this night,one where answersare never clear.I live in thispermeating darkness,rewiring a heart,hoping to findeverything that Ileft behind.You were thereto hear me contemplate,to know when Ihad been thinking.Such thoughts,such a sensationthat stirreduntil all becamea blinding blur.Having dippeda pair of feetin these waters,I still do not…
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Talking through funnels,with wind being here,sensing the dangerinside the twists.I’ve sent lovethrough a folded letter,dousing a final pagein what little I imaginedcan be contained,in the white.It ran its coursethrough your mind,if it had everfound its wayinto your hands.What did you think,when pieces came together,for one more time?Under a warming sun,you can bleed it out;but were…
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To close a curtain,to close these eyeswhere rain fell,after storms rose,while nothing elseever felt a needto remain.You were breathingalong the restof the hollowed way.But we were sinkingbeneath this poolof colored agony.I want what’s crystalto think about,to clean these woundsthat decorate handsthat had held yours.We’re separated,walking these curves,yearning duringan exposed aftermath.To dream will meanto relive a…
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Tears are fallinglike anchors, to keep usstilled for but a momentto see what we’ve gathered,before our armsturn into dust.Love has grown around,with colors to fill voids,with sounds to fill updeaf ears, that didn’t heara choir of angels.We are here, waiting forthose with flooded eyesto see what we’ve discovered,to hold onto whatwe’ve grown to live for.The…
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Warmer weathercompels me to look up.It invites me to seethat words, that prayerswere always meantto become worms,to eat your form,beneath a seaof stones.I will keep comingback to this space,leaving nothingas the faintest trace.I swim, within a worldwhere fire exists onlyin a heart, having warmthas a cruel uncertainty.Winter was whatkept me looking down,past a frown,onto lingering…
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White walls,choosing a pathwithout sound,without the wailsof a different,unabiding location.What willever will meto stop myselffrom keeping score?I want what Ican’t tell if it willbe permanent.Being lost,amidst the mist,releasing a songfrom clogged lungs.Notes of despairtell me, while I unfurlwings in disrepair,that I cannothelp but to rot.I want to stopwhat keeps mefrom losing directionin all directions.Covered trails,since…
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Other end of thisglowing sphere, paintedin hues of green and blue.You’ve walked througha faceless existence,wearing what rainsalways upon you.You’ve bled what Ihad to stop, while Ihalted the flowof traffic, your fears,your angelic tears.I called overforms of help,figures of a kind ofhelpless certainty.I wanted to weep,though it was youI had to keepconnected to a lineof salvaged…
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It’s good to seeall I’ve unseen,all I’ve forgottenall in betweenscattered sentences,broken words.A promise madefor a life, here unmade,among all that transpired,down to its destinationupon frigid miles.Covered in aftermaths,leaving shadowsdeep inside cracks.I’ve never receivedsome sort of clarityI can worship.I’ve wanted it to snowenough to be ableto let everything go.I’ve wanted the whiteto be where I can…
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Too determinedto never let go,to never become tiredof all I’d ever thought,when I had beenconvincing myselfof your place.You were a residentin a heart, now vacant,now wishing forthe lights to be onanother second longer.I’ve been smotheringthe most noticeablememories, the onesthat come acrossif to keep telling methat you’re listening.I’ve been hearingwhat keeps rushingin these veins.You are swimmingwithin…
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Even while allfaded into distant chimes,these walls burnedinto the color of rust,I hanged closeas your final teardropto send you off.I made that journeyalong the lengthof your beautiful face.I carved out a salience,one for me to reach forin a cursed silence.A puddle made,storms are continuingtheir brutal batteringagainst eyes that neverwish to see what wasfatally severed.Dining alone,knowing…
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I’ve been revolvingaround buildings,open doors,panicking while pacingin a room, covered in dust,covered in the filmthat capturedsome precious secondsI cannot remember.I run fingersthrough these pilesof soft ashes.I welcomewhatever lingers,melted into shadows.Who remains in me,speaking through a void?There, there was oncesome spark, some flame,a candle to guide mealong these lines.I am left withredrawing images,finding other avenuesto become…
Modern Romanticism 