Love
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Fly up. That winter blueamong grayest eyes, needsno truer shine. All that a sunwill do, to crack betweendepression’s clogs,will begin our trek onward,apart, from bloodied arenasto our feuding hearts. All that our kisses can depletefrom deception’s care, we cancontinue to believe. Sculptures,a fire’s hardening. Faces,a cruel winter’s passing.We carve out bullets from armor,to be dressed,…
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I have beenwatering this burninggarden, knowing littlethat grief can do,while you starve underpressure. There, youplace rocks, around yourfate, inside a shelter,wanting no warmth,needing no embrace. That mouth, those fingershushing words, on no tonguethat will taste a bitterness.Here, I have taken awayall glimpses, of some sanityI had hidden away. We loved a little lie,dying on that…
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Drops against a stone.Sanded down, dulled intoshapes of hulls. We plodon, with our eyes,always sinking. Drops againstan overturned rock.Sands for hands thatcarve ropes aroundburning throats. Shoresignite in all things wehave ever adored,ever did abhor. Anchors. Ruins, madefrom cannons to emotions,from hounding oceans.Love came with its treasure,a heart pieced together,soon becomingshade, under weather. Dust for these…
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Blanket those memories inan enclosed heart, in astamped envelope. We arefinding our path, among stars,watching passing debris,never fading, so longas we bear ongoing steps. Our kiss brought rocks,upon our eyes. Our yearningcame down, as crystal tears,while we dreamed of what canbe, beyond those waves.Still in pain, still among thosequestions, without answers,lands, without life. We walk,…
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Turn a page. Take apetal, from where it firstsprouted. A newbornvessel, lost, in its undertow.A river, to a departurehas set afar, our matrimony.White moths gather,turned to ashes. A white altar brought forthstep after stumble. While weheld a fortune, in arms,we wept, without waiting.We turned pagesto see those stellaroutcomes, under rain. Alone, to hear our tone,to…
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“To suggest that our world shows itself as deranged, full of problems with other mounting inconsistences, will turn out, most often, to be a display of negligence to those affected by such faults. In focusing on a problem, we neglect those affected by a problem. However, if we accept this world as full of problems,…
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Tell a lie. Tell those eyeswe were due for morewhen time slides glaciers,over tombstones.A sentence, a crude ringgiving gesture to magnetism.You were free in this light,roping surrenderaround me. Un-against grain, insideporcelain towers. We reachedfor Heavens, combined,while love drewaround us,one perfect circle. Paved footprints, angles ofplaces we fell in, to go,while our hearts quakedour answers into…
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Obstacles. Orange eyeshold us, for a pauseon this tight race onwardto no finish line.None, we are able tocome, down torevealing our inkin page-less lives. We consider. We rememberwhen our knots were formed.A stop, with burning forests,inside a bewildered gaze.A cup of water,drunken at this haze.Two cupped breasts,one beating heart thatescapes, to be pulled backwith all…
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A part of us. Apartfrom all that quenchedour hearts. Two starsthat pounded in dyinglight. You surrounded ourwide oceans with dust,while forging bridgesturned to rust. Castrated memories,ended sympathies.Blueprints for a better future,holding blue skies, opened,all burned. After a letterdetailing those tearsdrowning you in violet stormsinside clouds, we were torn. A rose held out,each petal torn outlike…
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Will soldiers seeeyes that meet? Weepingwhile uncovering shelteredbodies, captured in soil,watered underskies full of grief. A ruin full of them,hearts that gleam if onlyto scream. Hearts that beatif only to sleep.Upon an unknown daywhen heat has risen,shelter will benowhere ideal to pray. A mother’s arms,her child’s harmshealed at a brush froma hand. His tears tastedfor…
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Hold this ropealongside, for those sideswe might have crossed. Kisses for our eyesback into amnesia,back into reminderfor what we lost. A thin ray from a moonsets us to sleep,too soon, too late. A newborn child’s curiositygrew from sheltering blankets,for lips to breathe nebulas,for arms to wield oceans.We were infants with our gazesfinding stars, while our…
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No one cantend to your land.No one canlift Autumn leavesup to where youstand, with tears thatfloat. Like a messageencrusted as grief’s hiddenanswer, you are thistree, with stretching limbs. You are in bliss,only when you are weeping.You are missed,when you are revealinga world that went gray. In these hands,I have caught what youhave dropped. Withall that…
Modern Romanticism 