Love
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Simplest to grieve, burningto disbelief. I keep stillthese tears inside crystallizedexpressions. Crying willnot open wounds, withouthopeless sentiments. Hand on a heart.Hearing heartbeats, plaindevotion that stays stellar.Loving in a limelight,undressed in daylight,while Hell steps out of Heavenin clothes labelledin remorse on its course. Will I realize these lies?On each ocean where liesa fatal drowning moment,clear beneath…
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Hold our lips. Locked onto running waves.We feel a noose wrappingour once-kissed necksbeneath gentlest sunrise,walking close,creating weathered footstepsin breaking earth. A late sound. A false cryabout to take on a smile.Some change in this sceneryhas stretched our gaze.We see ruins become messagesin their dust. Long rope. Longer tugto meet our death,while memories stayto dream in…
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Simple torture,bared exquisiteness.Laying there without a heartbeat.I have come, expecting a feast,while here you yield. You pause before this cliff,hoping our moon will fall,to drown an ocean into wide pale.I lift, while you siftthrough memories in onevanishing heart. Let your tears dropinto departing sunlight.Nothing quite quells your frightas rain being shed into light.Mixing torment with…
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Still, that moonfloats in a different hue,aside from something newshe grew to knowdown under cold clouds,in her rain and snow. I threwpales of winter’s freshwatersnowflakes. I drewlines in blank slates,applying sadness in circles,making dividesin deciding states. I want to keep nailingthat morbid cross, raising portraits,while destroying furniture.I desire herto lay herself down,to stay herself in…
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Some labelsburn like echoes,while others are setas bricks to formhiding spaces, with moreshadows than curtains.Same withall heat from trembling knees.Same fortwo pairs of eyes, blinded tosimplest, uncurving love. We have walkeda tight rope, to experienceloss to our tears, nailed withstares, upon a cross.Our sin to sink,one fate close to a brinkhas us cancel hearts,holds us…
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I give these eyesto extensions, to third dimensions.I present this heart,held out on ropes.Your neck, bared for a brand.A touch of red against that palecanvas of starkness. To drown these eyes, to holdthis breath inside your breast.To loosen waves, words, stonesdown your throat,to make farewells, pledges, strengthour becoming methodto hide ourselves, surfaced. I weara great…
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Come around. Link arms.You’ll drown where we surroundinside reflections of our own masking.We bleed for all we leave,losing breath in all we undressin wounds that keep openingwith limbs that are folding. I find that weare never jealous in eachof those pairs of eyes,tempted throughout puddles,reflections we might have fumbledwhen we caught our heartsfrom stars to…
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There werespaces to move, to unearth youdrowned beneathan ocean of mourning’s dew.I pressed your hand, to resurrectlove at its waters,to meet what remains beautifulat this renewable glimpseat what stays plentiful. There were eyes to undressof their tears, upon their nakedfears, in words unconfessed.You have held in your rain,tasting what grows ingrainedas a bitternessinside your emptiness.…
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Another hourto remember, to recollecteach time you sweptthose pieces, overboard.All times, we spokeout from handfuls of dust,you rose, to hear,covered in rust. Carve those miles, ashore,blanket all traceswith faces we cannot adore.Some kisses splash backfates that we held intact.Some instincts of lovenever remove themselves,from idling glaciers. I keep roaming.I keep combingdesert trails, to discover youon…
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“To compel love does not result in love. Love cannot be forced, unless hypocrisy happens to be one’s motto. When one enforces love, love cannot come naturally. When love forces itself, it becomes rape, or it becomes what one cannot tolerate.” – Modern Romanticism Human nature dictates that a person must fall in love or…
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Though wekept brushing asidegrains that set a stain,our lipsfound a depth that wemight have kept, were weto remain asleep. Grains to our dust,in our death, upon reddest rust.Countless as snowwith summer bringingour bodies low. You save a cripplefrom peddling his favoritetime to keep sellinghis heart upon a hook.You send over a kissto remind these ruined…
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Those same stampsto time’s disheveled face.Those present waters,here to level our entrancesto uncovered surfaces.Waist around, with a hand aboutyour form in a blood-red ocean,with a kiss for our journey. Awake to undertakethese moments where wediscover hope before its doorcloses a broken dam.We are meant to flooda land in our radiant blood,to water driest soilin deserted…
Modern Romanticism 