Love
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Here’s those petals,scattered. Clumps of graydispersed, in surrendering clouds,hanging low. I have rainedenough lines, to dressthem with letters of scorn.Burning shapes, wornwhile rolling in thunder,on these defeated shores. Here’s our facesdisplaced in a mirror.I see where you dance.Hear you, as youare weeping from bitternesscaught as lost dropletsin a worthless bottle.Are you this blue,floating on an…
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Pain that never conveysanother second, nor a wordwhen a kiss plants itself as a seedon your time-worn lips.Holding hope uprightin deep soil,inside a forever heart, raisedlike tortured infinityagainst this limitless night. I have another secondto shelter you,in decaying arms. I label your mirror,understand your face.I see simple sights,a sickness that repeatsin a thudding heart.Carved ruby,…
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Viewing what fades.Like a pencil that redrawsan erased outline, in cobbledroadways. You fadein me, though come againin stiff, morbid memory.I want to heal these lungs,before breathing next.I hurt. I don’t bleedthis soil enoughto be red. As I neverlose enough,to be dead. You are a sunsetwho shines a savored second,before blacking out.I want to lie about…
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Carved stones. Eyes, hidden inhistory’s puddle, where weare seeing the same scenery.Listening beneath, from abovewhere rain falls from coated clouds,too cold to snow.As we are too tired to sleep,we hold on for as longas Heaven will weep. Fortresses made. Tearstains savedon those white curtains thathide our forms, within identical dust.We are sheltered from disaster,seeing stagnant…
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I’ll savewords, for dedication.I’ll bleed, if youwant me to,on that cross for yourdeserving salvation.I brought a mother’s eyesdown, to starve her ather son’s burning crown,a bloodied halo. I brought a cradle, made fromrotted twine, thornbushes,to be all thata love dying twice,will be for.A man’s ignorance,his flaming heart.A woman’s witness,a desperate startto flee from all thatHell…
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Eyes wired shut. Mouth open,with burning circuits toshorten our ties, speaking withdeafening voices, screamingour promises intodarkened hands. We are leakingthose sources, to those fireswhere our dreams werealways flaking. Our forms, shakingfrom fear’s relentlesspresence. We relive that sentence,that time spent in a prison.Locked, in hearts, thatbar us within ribbons,celebrating a theme of madness. Are we abandoned?Another…
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If I had seen what you collected,like dust in a starlit soul,I might have diluted what rage I findto subsist me, to resist you.I might have clung to more than curtains,to see lakes that shine that moonabove where our hearts release gloom.I might have seen those shapes,those puddles, holding your tearsunwilling to let go. If…
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Lose those patterns.Let us drawunluckiest cards.We’ll lose controlover all outcomes,watching us becomea plain color,two faces never remembered,while we are coveredin welcomed shadows. Your eyes see anotheryou have savedfor a different day.Another heart to plant a seed,another pair of eyesto see you bleed,if for water to that gardenyou will forever weed. Our lives that stoprewinding their…
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While your light staysto warm my brittle flesh,I remain here to holdyour hand like a third limbI cannot ever sever. A sun from a windowmakes furniture dancearound this roomdressed in candles,adorned in your shadowsas you spread everywhere,fanning flames that close in,as darkness moves into keep me reminded. I want to let go.To turn back to…
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I never forgotto pull bliss from your heart,to heal your naked woundseven while you lay,asking me to let you drownwhile covered in silver,connected to that centerpart of a familiar roomwhere our screamsturned from ivory to shadows. I never forgotto remove furniturecoated in your presence.I left my heart in a closet,keeping my mind paranoidthat your sighs…
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If I neverfell at your feetto cry your namein a long line. If I neverresisted these tearsthat carry me nowhere,I might have kept on. If I neverchose to watch youwilt like oceans could notwater your barren garden.If I had alwayskept sand from exitingbetween fingertips,like those words of promiseI let stray like dandelion seedsover infertile deserts.…
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Now thatcrying eyes have solvedall frames and puzzles,I’ll look at your watered lawn,your garden that gleamsamong regrown forests. I’ll look at our bedwhere shadows have arrivedfrom set suns, closed eyesresting for greater depravityat retained thirst. Building our fatesto surrender to what weboth remember,holding droplets to soakanother page in our bible,weeping in vainfor forgiveness. Missing your…
Modern Romanticism 