Love
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Carrying this. What is it,but a gesture I have made, before?I have left you a trail,sent over a lightless shoulder,like a tumbleweed,carried by heated winds. As you clingonto a rock, ontosomething that keeps youalways guessing. It rewrites you,over again, as remakesof your broken soul. It rapes you. Rewiring you,in tethered reconnection,in sinful resurrection. Attached. Like…
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Born. I had come,bringing tears, into yoursteady arms. I have answeredyour prayers, under dim skies,though you alwayswondered why. You always gave intodoubt, with never a truthto be covered, when it everhad been spat insideyour open mouth. There, with open arms,with nothing more for yourselfto see, as a place full of harm,because you have gonewith sickness,…
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I keep openbooks – ones that haveyour eyes, your face,a mouth that tries to speakas it fails to breathe, streaming crimson across a skyline,burying light inside a heartthat falls, naked, inside crisscrossed arms. When you limp forward,I leave a heartbeat backwards,stilling you, for a moment,to believe the everything of me,in your struggle to release. With…
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Whose loss, with whose visionfinds us, dark, in our surroundings? We are losing stones,in letting them fall into rivers.Our reflections do not matter,for our arms never carried muchwhen spilling solid tears,into everythingthat continues to flow, sideways, always sideways,on identical pathways. On separate highways,we have lost, with tunneling vision,seeing across, and losing spacein every direction. Wandering…
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Heartfelt vapor.Turning keyin a doorway that heldeverything. Although, nothinghad ever kept our signals crossingbefore we sheltered,beneath leaves, under an embraceof fog – merely a melted curtain,about us, blinding usinto drifting gray. Where were we to go? Among all those twisting roads,our veins led us nowhere,while shadowsbled us, everywhere. We are belonging – to stayinside this…
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Love stays presented,stilled, like a cadaverrotting under a dim sunlitevening that won’t evercompletely wilt, even if you find me fadingfrom your streaming eyes. Go blind, in your tears, fall behind, in your fears. I’ll be here, saving earth,burying empty space before youstep inside, with fervent grace,with an outline to trace. Even in death, you are…
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Flavors fullof all corners brought close.Back then, those letterswere mirroring usin deathly words. Back whenwe were lost, together,under a ceilingthat came around,sealing us inside an envelope,and sending us down, holding us down,bringing us aroundto see what scars we closed,yearning to never reopen. We’ll be here, choosing toignore our rapid cries,repeated liesto have a token of…
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Loose pebbles.Wonderment. For a second,I thought you were listeningto me, screamingunder colder blankets,than what’s outside, than even what’s insidethis form, full of bloodmelted from ice. Will you ever burnfor another moment more,to bring me warmth,to turn apartthis unbecoming anguish? Sanity will bring meapart from me, back to whatstill shelters meeven in misguided guidance,away from whatstagnates…
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Feeling faint, drifting saint,passing a word through your mouth,letting it leak out, running with the highwaysfrom your eyes, with your tears,with smoke from your past,where brakes never existedin sending you across,in letting you stop. But I’ll come downto your knees, on my knees,soaking you in sunlight,dreaming with your delicate mindof what can come at night,…
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I’ll stay hereto cross paths, to merge shadows,comfortable in what we carvedon sidewalks, heavy witha rush, from fallen rain,soaked in our stories,painted with feetdancing to unending trails. Though, I weep, wantingwhat keeps these shouldersburied down. And are youhearing those footfallson pavement, lost and crippled?I pull loose these tearslike bullets from dead flesh, and are you…
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Stilled, underone of her stars.This one, by instinct,I follow, buried beneatha puddle of gloom, blanketed in this transparencythat everything had keptits secret certainty. I’ll force, to forgea way forward, though notwhile mirrors are decoratingthese hallways. A mind –a ceiling that connectsall things left behind, connected at pebbles,dissolved into stars. One more, another breathto keep me…
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For how farwill these passions ever stir?Fatal comparisons.Endearing journeysdriven west, brought forwardto serenity’s test, as we fall forwardinto arms that sink,into compassion, underneathpassion, brought lowwith our falling hearts,like all raindropsturned from fire,into relief. To surfaced reconnections,with shells about us,we lived without heartbeats,with smoke that came fromabandoned embers. No one hearsa sound, we used to make,drifting…
Modern Romanticism 