Love
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Whispering comes,leaving needless destinationsfor our feet to findwhen we are alwayscrying on the shoulders,where the temptationsdecide where wewant to hide.Love blowsin different directionsits sterile seeds,raising nothing more thanhusks to create more ofthose familiar shadows.For we will bealways yearning todiscover what wewere not meant to believe,remaining lost on a highwaythat never upkeeps speed.Wanting saviorsto dispel the…
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What has released usinto the wide-open?We’ve been drinkingnothing but emptiness,dust and air,pledging to becomeall that we’ve fearedreturning to,being nothing otherthan knots in our hair.For love, we chokeon sugar-coated smiles,where words will justform the buildingsthat lengthen shadows.I whisper, I’ve kneltto offer a soiled prayerto skies, brimming withpatterns that matchour circular anticipation.We fear what wemight become, under…
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Our voices,always shaken,like the debristhat were oncemirrors for ourself-conscious,startled minds,now beingfor our skinto bleed.Love floodsin unkept promises,making our scarsyearn to be beautiful,drawn in incomplete,hideous outlines.Nothing connectsfrom end to end,nor had connectedfrom world to world.A nest, for two hearts,is where we keptour searing warmth,where we put our handswhen fleeing from cold.Now when we arediscarded like piecesof…
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I’ve often recededwith these tears, back intoshadows of past moments,digging into scars,redrawing the wounds,lifting a heaving chestto drag it back downwith the setting sun.Coming into your lighthad been a forged destiny,but I’ll never knowwhat I ever meant,when arms are broken,being unable to fixwhat is lost.When I said to youI’ll never float apartfrom your once-yearningdistant heart,I…
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Who seems keento find interestin a mere shadowblundering in its light,graceless in its uneven,meandering pace?Swollen eyeshave dropped,just like anchors,heaviest residue.Hands quiver,under the sun,mistaking warmthfrom a feverto be from anothergranting kindness.There’s been a tragic,blindsided deliveryof weather, in an aftermaththat left limbs broken.Fear has becomea frequent reminderto re-administerthe familiar poison.There’s been a passingin the sense of what’sbrought…
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I’ve built a raft,waiting for the starsto come out froma universe that breathesemptiness over thisnameless ocean.I’ve been watchingthe letters become oneintoxicating promise,while I’ve searchedfor resolve,under the doubt.What is there to carrywhen it will sink beneatha cradle, of armsthat are never weightless?I’ll be journeyingfor endless eons,striving to pavemere ripples, a path,leading towardsa vacant lighthouse.Each star, one…
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A softness, revealed,even when you coveryour eyes, with handsdirtied from searchingfor something to fillthe hallways in your mind.What has implored youto believe in this dust?It’s always what nevernourishes you,just as you keep cravingshelter beneath clouds.I might not understand,though I can reprimandthis small expressionof depravity.I can force looseyour binds, that youmight, at last, seek outa better…
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When rinsing these hands,I am watering a collectionof private scars.I am growing a gardenthat echoes after everydrop of morning dew.I have been leadingthese footstepstowards an ledge,where I’m alwaysdipping a faceinto the black inkof an abyss.When I write,shrouded in silence,I have been mergedin surrounding white.I have sunkenthis form of minein pages, for surrenderto be how I…
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Revolve aroundthree-dimensions.Admire herwhile she sounds,when she spillssighs from varnished,abandoned lips.Two stepsis all it ever takesto turn intimidationinto presentation.Letting armsbe her branches,crossing aboutlayer after layerof milk-white flesh.Being that lightshe never thought of,preferring to drownunder disowning nights.I’ve come to kissher center, her corners,capturing her displayin memories, for the day.A heart may bleed out,flames might go out,though under…
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Reviewing eyes,a feather in the wayburns at my grasp.I do not releaseanything I catch,even when it causesdiscomfort and unease.I’ve let a heartbe torn at its seams,to come apart,while I’ve been watchingspaces being filledin external view.Buildings close into remind me of whatI’ve closely buried,after being blindto abstract faces,within internal view.I’ve been seeingnothing that willtake steps back,being…
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Wrong path to takemeans another promiseI did not realizeheld too much at stake.I’ve dropped stonesfor more vain reasons,as I’ve nothing leftto keep afloat.I’ve long wantedto drown these pagesthat repeat historyetched in sands.I’ve sunk just the tearsthat make a heaviness,bled from a heart -another stonein the ivory.Screams come easyto produce, for the windto drag them acrossa…
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Surround this spacewith unclean direction.Remind me of whatI’ve lost, while I gatherall that I’ve burnedas a pile of dust.This weather rainsfrom clouds as heavyas this heart.These fields absorbblood from a leaking soul,from a shattered mind.I’ve narrowed this gazeto a plain search for peace,with blinded eyesto the dark, as I denyits own seemingimmortality.I count razorsin the…
Modern Romanticism 