Love
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I’ve given in,giving to the onewho sings her sweet,vaporous whispers.She lives in me,burning my throatwith all the answersI might resurrect.Because I’ll burn downwhat I, for a second,come to regret.But I’ll raise it upwhen she smiles,when she criesfor more than a while.A moment of sensedoesn’t keep me,as it reminds meof an unfiltered purpose.I am designedfor this…
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Filtering a voice in the sunshine, of tomorrow. Dreading me, through every day’s endless sorrow. I want to know when all of this will end. I yearn, while I contain my passion with belief in mind. I have built rafts made from mud, from autumn leaves, have built cities to keep me sheltered, lost in…
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Coming closer,always yearningfor what Ikept imaginingto be everythingwe revealed,when we shed,when we danced.Life stays itselfunder its stars,burned into diamonds.Moments repeattheir undue necessityto keep me swimmingthrough eternity.I wanted to do morethan to blanket your formin a cloak, to surroundyour marble shape.I’ve bled drya heart, I’ve resignedto the leech of love,while rinsing my handsin your charity.If I…
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Both of us were pusheddown the same current,lost in white rapids,lost from an immaculatesource of our company.We’ve carved letterson plain sands,drifting for hourson residue, from ourhollowed hearts.We wanted messagesto keep connectingto softer surfaces,pointing our visionto greater ambition.Nothing rose froma garden, as bleak asthe weather that nevermelted our skin,without permission.We just lifted our agonyto the wind…
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A constant streakwhere breaths get released,pushing seeds out intoa field, for theirdecided deliverance.Light will be ours,out on this great expanse.We were overwhelmed,while we were desperate,to keep emptyingour shelves, of stories,of our enemies,our clouds.We mean to embracea time, in renewal,reborn to never rewindour lives back intosurviving in those landscapesthat burned in a fever.To approach the other,to…
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If you are able to hear me,through this thickening mist,a voice is begging youto survive the fall.What I forged,what I have handed youare the keys to a better,safer tomorrow.But you still walktowards that familiar cliff.You still bleed your veins,remaking the same stains.Survive it, when youcomplete your approachto that revisited spot.Attempt to rectifyyour life, among four,different…
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We’ve been waitingwhile giving each othermuch-needed space,disclosing secretsin rooms full of dust.We’ve been spillingwhat’s left in our eyesonto floors that turned red,bloodshot with our sightthat burns, that stares.This will get better,for us to bloom underall we’ve been crowdingin our heads, to keepwondering when.Death knows nothingbut its own tragedy.Our love pursues,keeping curtains open,keeps veins spillingtheir bold…
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Living in reverse,rewriting our lovein careless verse,denying all that diedin between sacred secondswe were able to cry.I want us to crawlback to that holeall our shadowsever put us.Even if all we dois lie to the sun,become blind to light,perhaps the darkness,just the darknessunderstands us.Even while we evaporateour breaths, into cold space,daydream under the moon,making wishesin…
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Rowing time uphill,believing in the bestof words, spoken whenI’ve stood in those fields.Lightning flashesmore in my heart,than in the sky.Watering eyes,driving one more sunto cease its sleep.Shaking hands,releasing breathsupon welcoming light.I fold the pagesof my storyover the lessonsI still have yet to learn,battling this sufferinguntil I can bea soldier coming home.Bleeding hands,dancing to the morningafter…
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It has been all she’s chosen. With words, she find assurance. Even if a promise cannot be kept, she’ll return to the shell. She’ll return to where what had been audible was first a whisper. She’ll seek comfort in that. Wide-eyed, curious of mind, and with an appetite to want something that never moves, she’s…
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Recreate this stream,brought forth, from areflective puddle,a strained ocean.Relive a lost dream,while believing in its ruin,all over again, in thisreused afterlife,upon memorized agony.Remake an abandonment,blossoming what onewill trust to go down,to fall back to that gate,where sceneries arejust cold blankets.Disguise the serenitywith faded remedies.Wilt what has alwaysgrown to be deprived.Resurrect it, with torchesgrasped at the…
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Another tragedyonce called a hope,as endless as repeated expectationfor morning to return.You could not returnto a world we were guiltyof ever imaginingto be our home,built with stonesthat would come tobe those to wound us.We loved untilwhat was once widebecame nothing but pride.We loved untilwe shared the same veinswe were bleeding from.We loved until weneglected to…
Modern Romanticism 