Love
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Another wayto switch this arrayof limitless colorsinto a sprawl of gray.It has become enoughto see it, as it was,with nothing but airto provide our touch.What were we sayingwhen we were surveyingthe vastness of these ruins?Fire has always beenour light, after we ignoredwhat it was destroying.Fire has now broughtattention to our wounds,before feeling the pain.We cannot…
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A wandering wish,an ideal that makes onewhisper their wordsthrough covering fog.If I can stallyour gaze, in this mist,perhaps I can bewhomever you’ve cried for,binding our limbs,leaving our tearsfor no one to follow.Being blessed, in serviceto an anchoring ceremony.What is love, if notsomething to flood a heartwith a single dropletof mutual devotion?Not just you,but the both…
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Rehearsing this,a tale you’ve being tellingto a thousand morelike me, because you knowthat I will listen.But you do not expect meto replace your shadowswith anything elseother than whatmakes more.Anything other thana lantern, a candle,or the whole of the sunI cannot offer, cannot bringwhen it’s held closeto blind your eyes.In love, even whileI am able to…
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I recognize that thisis what you’ve dismissed,but I’ve been gatheringthese rocks, together,for an eternal fire.I’ve been reconnectingan endless sprawl of wires,hoping you’ll receivethis connection,becoming just as blindas this unreasonable,blatant devotion.Hanging a heart fromits roads, its strings,among all the other thingsleft out to dryin the sun.Tears cannot be whatmeans I’ve kept this going.I will weep, if…
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Cloaked, while soakedin searing monochrome.Somehow, I’ve welcomed it,as you remain swollenalong with the dimming sun,draining whatever remainsfrom your blissful eyes.I have crawled, to removethis heart, a devil’s rubythat’s been set aflameto undo, to burn awayneedless coverings.To tear into you,to feed you, as you like towonder what I am doingwhile you step back,always on track, to…
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Careful, in our tragedyto comprehend a sunsetin undying clarity.Let us unifyone speck of dustwith the next, in line,to salvage absent sentencesamong letters, within linesthat were burned,that were abandoned.I do not want this stormto be an endless reminder,as the moon comes inbetween bleak clouds,presenting us with a mirrorreflecting all that hasbeen exhaled fromwordless lips.Bleeding out, for…
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I’ve been countingyour breaths, among seconds,lost in this momentwhere a dose of tranquilitykeeps us buried.For your scars,your memoriesto go blank,I must inserta promiseinto your open heart,being as vulnerableas your body.Untying knots,leaving behind what willnot ever be erased.I will returnto greet your ghost,or who you are.We must believethat nighttime is notas divided from its partner,unified with…
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Blinded reception,betraying our vowto a sunrisehighlighting what tearswe let fall from eyeswe let watch.We are descendingin the instinct to flee,leading senselessnessinto clarity.Our home is burningfor ashes, to be collectedin our unclean palms.The laughter we emitdisguises our tragedyin the making.Once, we were lostin its welcomed state,believing it bestto be imprisonedin hearts that were,at that time,not made…
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Relaying a message,receiving failure, once morein its futile attempt.I’ve been waking upto hear your call,screaming in the silence,pacing after the expressionof unmatched violence.What can I wield,if not a torch to illuminateall walls in this heart?A sword will cut downthose shadows that linger,blocking this path,where I wander.Burning through electricalcircuits of a fuming mind,while I tell a…
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Opening windowsfor a storm to come in.I have invited clarityto shelter me,to let me releasethese words,meaning to decreaseall that’s residual.Tell me to topple houses,using wind, with purpose.Tell me to uproot treesif that will ever easethe support of a cemented,deformed history.I will be willingto break these bones,those that lift darknessup to the surface.I cannot see my…
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Contemplative, but notreversing your unkinddirection, back intosalvation’s representation.You wither, while youare nourished from rain,stamping your retreatin countless footprints.Will you ever rephrasehow you’ve demonstratedyour desire to sealall that’s been revealed?You see in one direction,noticing a glimmer, in vanity.You lock your wordsupon deceit’s grave comfort.You’ve smelled the ironcoming from blooming wounds,but nothing keeps youfrom surrendering this disguise.Nothing…
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Wash it down,whatever bitternessis ever left, as it cannotremain when weare better to bejoined like twins.I must knowwhat artisan crafted you,to be this surgeof nighttime glimmer.You are not to beanymore distant thanwhere you stand.I will admirethis elevation of radiancethat I’ve desired,while it bleeds from youinto the setting sun.Under the rising moon,you’ve been burned intothis etched…
Modern Romanticism 