Love
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This time spent,sinking into thoughtafter burial of isolating,fragile depictions. Songs were wept,bodies were tracedin their unity, as I have been marching,sleeping with these roses, as I set gardens aflame,while losing controlof who and what to blame. Down to earth,a miracle would break opena long-closed eye,spilling what should bebrought out, brought within,into hands that clutch the…
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I came around,flooding tears through town,soaking our palmsoutstretched to a skythat shone its exhausted light. I bled, for both of us,relighting wicks to igniteour eyes, within draining twilight, for a moon was not ableto leave alone our fright. We were concealed, in arms,while unable to discarda falsehood, this space of evidence.Its harm, its purpose to…
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Here, in these yearsI’ve come to know you,you’ve let your form limpto be a cover to these pages,to be a fold upon this storythat stays, to be written. I unmask you, reveal you,watering your woundsto raise to you a bleak Heaven,hearing your heartbeatwhile counting the seconds,until a storm begins to depart. You return, to be…
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Dancing around puddleswhere reflections were madefrom stalled thunderclouds,while recollectingwhat little time we hadto depart, to soon embarkon that second journey. A lasting measure,in seeking seconds for moreto unwind for, in this heatof knowing when to depletethe gold from the ivory. We tasted each other’s lips,went across our sacred miles,healing scars, marching onthrough wounds that we…
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Who were you,before this tempestbrought you into sympathies,unexplored for endless,forceful heartbeats? Who did you becomewhen you clung upon me?Were you still a noiseless echo,transferring between halls,emptying words as easilyas those stones you carried? All of us have a willto repel. But you were here,finding sanctuaryamong a hollowed out sphere.You did not drift,in becoming that whichkeeps…
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On that path,removing watchful facesfrom streaked sidelines.On this stretch,leaves are decoratingwhere progressbecomes cleared stains,on a revealing road. Landing down, a downpourclears what stills itself,to remain in thisheated outpouringof crude honesty. Running down, from eyes,carving rivers on a formless shore,tides are flowing througha sickness that needs its saving,from that eternal craving. Healing begins at a woundon…
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Misplaced thought,misunderstood notionthat begged an emotion,a teardrop to create a markthat solidified our start,from a liquified stateas we arrived, too late. Here, is loss,as you are beginningat an ending I held,at a distance, in mind,as I have been waitingfrom far behind. There, from across,I have let sadness crawlup to me, displaying to meits constant renewal,…
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Spent heart, final remarkto send me wishing for a secondthat will lift you from a fading scar.Tired eyes, written reprise,while these lips ache for moreto burn after, to burn beforeI walk ahead, again. My eyes drop countless spotswith similar angles,to mirror a reflection,your resurrection. Your hand slipped with the rain,that dances off rough pebbles,on a…
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Sequence it,a final dropletfrom an eye,for an aftermath,where shelter standsforever, if we meant to everremain gathered. Spell it, relate to it,while faces are stayingin their frozen expression.Ice is another layerupon those miles of grief; what do we dig through,in the rust, upon the crust,as fire melts a momentinto deceitful lust? We want, we cravefor something…
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The last of us to gowill be the first of us to remain,daunting and hauntingupon skeletal remains.Tragic kisses are borninto farewells, for sculptureswhere a depictionstays with its inscription. Love must abide bythose who were awareof what was slipping bywith the rain, under shelterfrom storms and pain. Life would not rewritewhat keeps itself roped,around necks of…
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I cannot make out a breath,lost among silver pathwaysstraight into desertion,since she’s released her owninto that crowd. A disappearance,a repeated reappearancethat I couldn’t bring backto its original way.It became loston its silver streak,with tears remaking trails,having fear as its sails. She’s a tower high,an anchor low.I am kneeling into a grave,finding nothing to savebut those…
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Am I not that signwhom you’ve shadowed?An anchor has kept you kneelingin hopes, for something elseto drop, to keep you close, or closer. In love, with a methodof having your arms outspread,your mouth wide open,hoping for what will connect,will come to rekindlea familiar rush. Who will you find,who will come from behind?He will rope his…
Modern Romanticism 