Love
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Folded pages, with redesigned stages,turning everything into repetition.Finding you within dark curves –those that are shapedinto cloaked farewells. For had youmeant to reword your retreat? Blinded. Being always remindedat this array of renditions,behind a heart that guesses at longing. I believe in only what wasbrought to life, fertilized to receiveits grand place among stars, far…
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Running towardsleaking sunsets – surging crowds,those that blanket us in frost. With winter weighing our backs.With tears, shaped into crystal,ceasing our reflections, are we ever cravingmore than uninterrupted silence? Running towardswhat solidifies ruin.Once, drawn upon plain paper,to become somewell-known abstractionrevealed, from a pairof cursed minds, from a sentenced kind. A trail,one that alwayswent deeper than…
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Without those blocksto surround you, at your doorwayyou remain, reside in openness,losing faith among talkative lips,prayers that wish to be heard, while the emptiness of pageshave lost their purpose for words. Open, in what stays simple, being always carefulin counting your moments,dancing around a cure, to stay closed in what you endure. Open further, though…
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Who nurtures whatconnects, at your breastthat burns at youruncovered portraits?Still-life, in those waters,steering shipsbrought towards a lighthouse, a signal, a thriving flameof your eternal blame. I can laymarble kisses, to yourdying name,while you’ll relight candlesI’ve extinguished, at your endingto a pain you’ve gathered in,like infinite grains. Lifelessness, in me,with your fire more alive,running at this…
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Graying skies,I clean bitternessfrom tables, where heldyour portrait, where often leaptmy heart into a solid frame, to seek your colors. In all things, designed,symmetrical in their outline,details will gatherlike storms of reminiscence,like funerals, where blackis the shade of cravedforgetfulness. Under a tree,I condemn this struggling heart,to hear what little I imagineruns, like blood through veins,in…
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I can forgive oceansfor letting you in, high uponbrokenness, though nothing ofsome careless emptiness, after I have sensedyour approach. Your breathteems beneathforgotten sunsets, with that same scarred handto hold, with this familiar painto scold in our identical,perfume of temperature. Are you ever feeling wanted?I am just the same,uncovered in these lowered clouds,where grief gently fallson…
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A broken vowhas drawn its dividing line,while a pair of lipsdrew out your messagefrom a heart,one that beatswith backwards footsteps. You cross another turn,drawing that target, though aligned centrally,being split evenlyas if you could accompanywhat tears us, between, when see-through cloudsbecome like dirtied hands. Your admittance comeswith sacrifice to your presence.You find value in eyeing…
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Drinking up,all that repelled usinto unending doubt, what made us go away,finding serenitywith quieter thoughts.Lighting our waywith the subtletyof fireflies, while waiting for that momentto bury our lips into the other.To drown senseless sentencesinto words, with wordsbecoming fragile whispers. All our steps went one way,while our breaths formed a storm, as we dragged our bodies,our…
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Colored bandage,wrapped about, holding downan undescribed deprivation –going without, without all thatflooded eyes into separationfrom what follows –a shadow, at its longest, since sunlight surrendered. To tears, to streamat sight of ignition, a beginningtaking a turn, to find itselfburning into black and white,a division, between a road. While I held, she had kneltto catch falling…
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Holding back –with one last tear,bringing me back to thosebreaths, vacant from whatemptied me, from love’s overdose. Abandoning that dark,reclusive, elusive stage.Holding in a heart, of its contents, for a song could not, should notscream of an emptiness,too loud – not loudenough, from pages,to wordless,worthless pages. Whether bedsheets, or curtains, blood getsheld back.No blood gets…
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Once more, consequentialto ignore that shared shadow.A glimpse, a raw occurrenceof what we sought –being wrapped aroundour evenings, dilated in eyes,running loose, with soiled bandages,fading with wounds,too new. We look forhidden chances,believing in beingcarefully selected,under heavy enterprise,with prices for love,with elements of disaster. We drop, lowin worth, in reminderof what we keep forgetting.Another tug at…
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Briefly letting. Staying, andovercoming that least urgeto resubmit, though I’ll letourselves, be endearedunder storms, where bliss can bewrapped around, as a bandage.I’ll let, these eyes flutter,casting themselves apart,from stinging smoke. What burned, though what’salways avoided, in our heat?Veins are spread, delicate,aromatic, apart to be violentfrom different horizons.Streaking sounds,deafening motions, high within, repeatedsensations of remorse. Coming…
Modern Romanticism 