Love
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At last, being seenbefore a moon’s gleam,surrounding mein all I’ve ever believed.What beauty before me,drowning a night in an aura.Will you remain even afterthe final kiss touches down?You are the promise I’ve heldclose to a heart I’ve cradled,being the water for mythirsty throat, the light for mytearful eyes in the dark.You cannot perish.You cannot go,…
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Casting a crownonto the Almightywho wears it gladly.He swipes a tearfrom a precious eye,as we give our prayersto an old existenceof something unableto retreat into stone.It is somethingthat continues its trail,serving its longevityeven with tattered sails.In being someonewho resides in this,all fears get concealedas hearts are unsealed.We last in what wehave forever takenfrom its positionwithin…
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It passes,flowing towardsan ocean that’s meantto drown everythingthat’s decided against.Being one withone of the four winds,healing has begun,surrounded bybuildings or pillarsholding up this bodypainted in ivory.Made immaculate,cleansed of what corrupteda mind into suffering.When thinking back,an emotion stirs,because the healing hurtsas much as what needed it.When dragging this formto one symmetrical scar,it’ll resemble that agewhen eyes…
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Our emptiness,it demands to befilled with gravity.We will hold weights,gripping swollen flesh,sometimes, the air,as time stands stillin a surrounding aura.I’ve built this place,one that has lightto explore your facein smoothest expression.Ripples float throughyour hair, while I rakethese fingers, betweenall I must take.Scents are sacred,while a field brings inseeds that are settlingon your ignited womb.We’re never…
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I’ve rewound a broken clock,reciting those words I saidat a door that stayed open,while her heart closed.I’ve built a system of regretout of time’s infinite grains,bleeding tears in open daylight,writing verse in the darkness.One face is hangingfrom its symmetrical frame,putting no pressure on painthat entices disdain.It holds out a kissfor me to reel back.I’ve felt…
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Who set the sun?Waiting for it,the place won’t matter,when our eyes opento still feel everythingwe’ll come to deny.Who brought the gun?Shooting was meantto kill, not to capture,not to prolong ourshadows into dawn’sdeepest breaths.We’ll be lost,at least for a time,in a sicknesswe’ve yearned for,at the same timebeing one we abhor.I’ll caress your cheek,hearing the same soundat…
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In all that the darknesswill drown, we’ve forcedour footsteps to gowithout consideringthe coming eclipse.Blood-flows stop,passions are desertedafter we’ve gainedno ground, beforethe sun closedour eyelids.Lightless burial,a march in stagnation,spilling words of angerin hues of red,from shades of blue.Shadows replaced it,in a complete sentencingof our hearts, buried inlife’s tireless sins.Shadows replaced us,upon total desertionof our fates, dragged…
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You’ve been exceptional,drawn to the lightwhen others seek shelter,bonding your formto burning hope,as others reachfor the rope.I’ve been followingwhere you’ve been led,drying eyes, cleaning hands,clearing the sightof each of these scars,until they’re namedas lesser memories,among infinite stars.After you, I’ll dipthis flesh full of paininto shoreline grains,ripping myselfsin from limb.I’ll wait for the tideto come in,…
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Forever forcefulwhen we considereda second guessat our soiled direction,bonding skin with skin,letting thoughts sink inat the end of our road.We’ve taken to decidingthat our shouldersare just far too heavy.What weighed us down,buried in an oceanof marble and glass?To recollections,glazed over sour gazesin reminiscent reflections,we’ve gone from clearto deserted and cloudy.What gets brought backis a shower…
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Some might hear or read the word “useless” as inherently having a negative connotation. Instead, one ought to refer to its meaning as having more of a neutral tone. There isn’t anything positive nor negative about what’s useless or even useful, especially in regards to where these words are often applied. If there is one…
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Reopened aftermathcomes forth, colorless,disguised in white,speckled in scattered,shadows of cloudsprepared for rain.Just a mere drizzledrags a heart back intoa repeated tale.Faces are remembered,bodies are embracedwhile seeds becomelost in the wind.A spread of this dusthas fossilized a memoryto be forever etchedonto a half-buried heart.What to defend against,when that feeling returnsto stimulate recollection,to feed anticipation?I want to…
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The shape refuses toconform to its shades,as it remains inthe light of its admirer.I have drawn it,always over again,while I return to itunder all silent nights.Bitterness comes backto this mouth, missingwho I brought close,face-to-weeping-face.We would smear tearsfar from its location,while we smiledto bring up our heartsfrom ever drowning.We would take flight,wrapped in the sunwith its…
Modern Romanticism 