Love
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Driving rain,reversing strainwhere downpoursare all to continue thishighlighted formgoing from fullinto drained.Love will notkeep these lights on,without thinking ofthe moon, when itwishes for its turn.Life will collideits flames, with whatcalls on itself to decidewhere this talehas room for revision.I hope to be oneof those who were chosento come awakefor the daylight,passing downstream.You were onewho held…
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You’ve let me intothese pages, read ata brimming twilight.You’ve let me fallonto a heart, made ofmoldable silver,receiving sign after signfrom a lighthouse.I’ll continue this draft,writing without remorsefor whatever comes nextupon the white,from the light.Are you seeingthis unending repetitionthat will keep us tangled?I’ve been questioningfor too long.I’ve been rewritingthe same old verse,without anywhereto let it belong.But…
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Holding it, the coldnessleaves its mark,tells of its once-existentpresence, before a fadeof a crying moon.I wonder at you,when you came fromwaters made of iron,colored in a drainageof a felled heart.When I did kisswhat can come apart,I brought it furtherinto this shell of discoveries.Whenever I rememberall that curved,after each step towards it,I revisit its burialin a…
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Falling in,shedding skin,conversing in wordsmeant for childrenin their playgrounds.I’ve been strayingfrom the path,filled with obstaclesI’ve yet to conquer.I’ve been meaningto see what has beena guide, forward toa space, unlike thosetragic rockswhere reflectionsare present, insidefrozen puddles.I’ve been holdingonto a stained letter,crafted with the delicacyof unanswered prayers.No one calls backfrom across this lake,as I’ve been keepingthis form,…
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If this heartbeatcan be our whisper,I’ll let it singfor tears to becomea morning’s gleamof dewdrops.I’ll let it bringour eyes, close enoughto see our worldsswimming in their match.We’ve selected scenesto be played, repeatedly.We’ve been unitedeven within the mistthat we sometimes thoughtblinded us to presence.We’ve been lovingall details in this tale,connected, even whenwe felt we were drowningunder…
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These wallshave not been paintedwith an unmistaken,hopeless vision.I’ve come with color,revisiting the white,sharing memoriesto be framed.Hell is all to be well,when I am weighinga cemented crownupon a mind,one that’s lostall that had a cost.Heaven cannot sendits tears to flood a firethat quickens its spreadover encasing ruins.I have let blood washthese hands, into a crimsonstain of…
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A written chapter,a decided milestone,birthed fromunreleased emotion.A tinge of bitterness,growing this wildernessstreaming ontoimmaculate white.Whoever reads thiswill recognize somethingto be dead,and we’ll hope that they’llcontinue after a defeat of onewhose tale remains unfinished.They’ll extinguish candles,loosening their tongues,if that means tofinish what will be recordedin a room of shadows.We’ve shelved our stories,we’ve grown tired, while wewere always…
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What let you in?What let us go,moving with falling rain,healing only whenwe’ve forgotten the existenceof silent shadows?Sadness knocks on a door,colored in white,mistaken for the ivoryembedded in bones.We were designed to bebroken, when beneatha fatal kind of stare,worshipping the moon.Something has arrivedto settle itself in our hands,letting letters be writtenupon swollen hearts.We weren’t meant to…
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We overheat,when we rush,when we dissolvewinter, into our aftermath.Who holds hands, anymore?Who else tells secrets,beneath folded bedsheets?I have gained no courageto continue this fight, as I amwilling to keep this heartbeating for no more.I’ve lost a ring of promiseto a distant moon,bending rays of lightaround these fractured bones.Nothing burnsas often as it should,when I am…
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I’ve been floodedinside recluse water,hoping for somewhereto hide a disappearing,baneful repeat.What held us close,enough to see whatwas expected to come up?Was it a promise,darkened in its strings,woven in its bonded,imprisoned figure?I release tearafter freezing teardrop,after knowingall that kept me forgivinga storm’s reversing trailI had followed, until Ishredded hope’s sails.Naivety is a drugthat takes apartthe better,…
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You dissolved,finding some spaceto dress yourselfin emptiness and burial.You’ve fadedto lost words,unkempt promises,burned orchards.I wished to not rejectyour winter, your ice-coldembittering framework.It arrived after the fallof a heart, one in its silence,eclipsed in the sunderingfrom storms, from violence.You were those wordstrapped beneath leaves,after you had chosen meto be the one who grieves.I overturned all,seeking what…
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The term “hatred” is one I’m seeing nowadays get loosely tossed around, like it’s replacing the term called “fear”. What, did Taylor Swift start this spread of the term “hate” or “hater” becoming as loose as it is? They’re almost like opposites, hatred and fear. While the former is concentrated and based on the bitterness…
Modern Romanticism 