Love
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Outside from departureto those fossils, where manyhave set sail.Inside this burial of two armsto console your form,full in its years,though remaining countlessin unshed tears. Can you release your distress,in what comes with your breath?Just a life, within your strife,while you watch those harbors. You expect somethingto arrive, while you hang onfrom a thin rope,wanting to…
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Settled down, upon kneesfor their value, for depth,for everything sincere,with few things ever severe. Thoughts are collisions,confusions are apparent,though nothing occursupon a second,in this stark sentiment. A face, a maskwatches, for expression,from who it wishes to reachwith a hand, to landa teardrop, to catch, to prove its security,without ever showinga sign of severity. Its place…
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A light gave us passageinto sincerity.Hope never failed usuntil we lent it a pale flag. A storm washed color into white,deserted our garden as it grewto be drowned,down into surrender. What do we remember,as we are faceless?What can we still sever,of these infinite traces? That light was a reminder,not an invitation.In remembrance, we salvagenothing we…
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I’ll hold for a thousand years,watching those petals float byon rivers made from isolated storms,where thunder carved those craterswhere collected memories and clutter. I’ll watch, while a thousand tearswander down from blinded eyes.I’ll wait, passing fear through this state,letting your familiar shadow linger herewhere faces turn into smears. I let your kiss be inhaledlike a…
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In this convergence,we discovered our lanes to bedivided, forked like a devil’s tongue,though we were united,having decided, having ignitedour stars upon a single spark. We stripped roses of their petals,gardens of their bloom,while we kissed between the thorns,knowing pain will bring us into storms. In love with a pathwaythat leads us back into gray.Our truth,…
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I am digging.I find a paththat travels backto that place –that spot where we were lostin each other’s strangling arms. When hands were clingingonto fading bodies,we felt breaths shift into silence.An exhale pressed against sails,departing a ship into a sunset, and we felt a kiss surrender our faces,landing into soil, fused with our toil. It…
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She chooses her own,lets fall those who surroundher ghost upon a throne.I will bring her a rosefor it to decay.I am reminding herof a swell, filling upher repeated Hell. I am failing to light her eyes,even with a wick that stands tallerthan its bent candle. I am kneeling before a puddle,after teardrops collected there.Its reflection…
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Some part of youmust miss that feeling.That mutual connectionof singing beneath thunder;it held us, it never failed us –until it failed us, but is it still tailing us?Is it tailing you,while you go throughouta life, decorated in ribbonscolored in monochrome? I was always smiling,even while I had been crying.I was always inhalinga gust of gratitude,even…
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Was anything remainingafter we were engrainingour histories into pages of skin?Our love rose like tides,ending in withered roses.Our faces were watching stars,in this mutual formation of scars. You are being made bountiful,in love with a different typeof feathered life. You are soaring,in hearing your heartbeatskip over me. I am held back.I remain not chosenfor a…
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How were you ableto relieve it, to deceive itwhen rain came to be caughtin your eyes, encrusted with iron,encrusted with blood? You knew what we were losingof what we could not get back.You know its cost, as our limbswere painted on a cross.We drained all those hoursupon withering flowers. Nothing had been meantto be returned…
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Extract these prayers,dissolve our wishesagainst shooting stars.We have sat still,letting desperation bein these words, to bewith each other, in a momentwhen we will be connected,while broken in dispassion. Isn’t a palm filled,better than hunger?Or are we stallingat an overlooked conclusion?Have we forfeitedwhat we failed to let die? A kind of peacemight lurk beyond us,though we…
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When should I saythose words, for you to stray?You are lost even when found,dropping tears without a soundamong the countless,over a crystal lake. Nothing shows your reflection,though many were thereto hold your hand, in carefulor careless selection. In anyone’s eyes,you are mirrored in disguise.You will be reminded,never remade. “Everlasting”is a word you flee from,deciding that…
Modern Romanticism 