Love
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Returning to shelter,to rediscover our shadows,exhausting all possibilityto feel the breathof springtime, to seestreams of lightthrough the cracks.For all this time,we’ve deprived our eyesfrom opening upto different scenery.All this darknessblends in with our flesh,as millions of snowflakesconceal our roads.We’re never awareof wherever else that weever dreamed of,under hazing moonlight,during warming summers.It is merelythe simplest normalcyto…
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I have been readingthose golden wordspainted ontoa silver heart,studying the occasionwhen I can statethat nothing herewill ever fade.I am been rethinkingwhat moment I will undocemented memories.I have been consideringthat I cannot simplybe blind to blinding light.It was often the final notethat played on fragile heartstringsthat compelled me to weepuntil I fell asleep.It is now where…
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Hope is a rose,peeling its petals, emptyuntil exhaustion providesthe rush, the gustturning a clock’s handsuntil that final graincompletes the shore.Wide, with expansivebarrenness, in its whitecanvas-like presence.What might I be ableto draw with theseheated fingertips?What might I ever wantwhen light rises fromcherished horizons?Drinking the sadnessinto suffocation,as I rub these eyes,from collected,unwanted residue.You are still hereto sink…
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Melted eyeswater gardens,until cherished greenmatches her spirit,matches what’s unseenunder silver rain.Sadness can revealonly what’s bound tosurprise us.With a form to caress,a face to clean her tears,I’ll grant twin boughs,pulling her closeinto an eternalstate of bliss.Red lips to kiss,a heart to swim through,I’ll find a vine or twoto bind skin to skin,pages to pages.Merging our storiesto…
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Mourning sings aloudwhat I’ve missed, who I misswhile I’ve been telling thisbroken tune of a heartbeatto keep its purposefloating ever forward.Morning has passed,entangled in the stringsof a net of safety.There goes the sun,dying in its fallto one more overlooked,disfavored day.If tears can reachwhat has been buried,what’s beyond reachfor a pair of hands,I hope to growwhat…
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Being thereto scrape the dustfrom her bones,living in her worldthat’s being burned.To give into it,to merge with it,makes me feel more.Upon a kissplanted on herdistant face,there go her cloudsthat were concealingwhat’s disguisedbeyond eyes.What’s disguised?Why love, when Ican always entertainthese feelings, in myown space,own darkness?Revealing all herchildhood memories,breaking the weatherif not to break her heart.I choose…
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Placement of a wordon a pair of rotten lips,as old as the versecoming betweentwo souls, who conversein their tragic undoing.They’ve been longingto rewrite the historythat’s been saggingtired eyes, withered arms,to the graveyard offootprinted floors.They’ve been choosingto see the sunset,before the sunrise,blossoming only whenmatters become worse.Dragging a spontaneous,unfurled decision,lingering upon instinctwith its reeling head.No one comes…
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I Light is Burning Out Sometimes, we feel the pain of those who we’ve claimed to love, of those who suffer with something that’s beyond their control. But there are other times when we feel more of our own pain, desiring more of our own relief. Can we state that selfishness is a part of…
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Lost in clouds,a vision of a limitless,unbreathable voyagewhere endurance isthe highest factor.Am I better to fall?Believing in fewer secondsto sustain heartbeatsin their musical rhythm.Am I listening to dynamicchimes, or an engine’schurning exhaust?A white noise, it must be,to grow with, throughthis ascending course,deserting the vigorfor a hopeful salvation.Beauty’s running on fumes,alienating me in its ideals.Love cannot…
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A ghost has grayedall strands, on a head,under a shelter,under clouds, all black,all raining the steady streaminto cupped hands.I’ve held openwhite pages, filled withthe stains among memory.I want to rewritewhat I knowwith silver dreams.A passing breathfrom shattered lungsreuses the old words.What else can I tellto turn what’s grayinto renewal’s day?What’s absent in time,has already travelled…
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A fragile depictionconjoins a merciless resolution,fitting this stained image.I’ve inked upon this heartstatements of remorse,losing light in these eyeswhile I can’t help but to cryfor what I can’t bring back.Even after hope’s well has dried,after the road forwardhas been concealed with snowfall,I look even to the dark voidfor everything that held sound,for something I cannot…
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It was neverthe first option inthis bland universe.I had just wantedto love, only love,not to replace lightsburned outabove her head.A halo, I needed tobring to life, bring backto its resplendence.To her, an angelI’ll keep from all demons,even me, especially me.I cannot hope to cryfor another heart,another tearstained ragin weathered hands.Love tore me opento those sounds,emitted…
Modern Romanticism 