Love
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I have been holdingmore of your call. More ofwhat escapes than yourbonding words.Voiceless. Transparent. You’ve surrendered.We have remembered.We are thosedroplets filtered through,for stormy highways. Condensed meaning.Hurt from hail that turnsour skin from marbleinto rust, from rustinto blanketing dust. A bridge remains. It gets rebuilt,before we ever cancollapse into shadowed arms. Holding nearby light,like a dream…
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You pencil your tearsonto aging years.Love regresses into thosepages you will undress,leaving onlyfolded covers,surrounding your vulnerable,embittered shelter. Untie yourself.Tell a shadowits wholesome farewell.Pine over that wrong light,but find your eyesturning towardsan unhindered sight. Traced in a mirror,sculpted around me. Shapes once torn apart,asymmetrical amongshed tears, shed leavesfrom hands, from branchesonce hung low. Be here. Reach…
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I wanted salience,from your outheld radiance. Leaves grow in your stretches,falling to blanket me. Less to see can beall I want, in this moment,fatal within eternity. Your used up chances,with change uponyour scattering dances. I’ll sift through bleached watersto find you in reflected clouds. I’ll hold hope in a cup,hearing spring coming up. Your autumnal…
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Poem #1 Pull your Pale Flag Wide letters.We were holding on,while recognizing.Those shapes. These marks.They have stuck like glueto these gray hauntsin the washing blue. Worded. Remembered.Burning ships that tag along.Fated noosesthat hold up bottled necks. Stored messages for the sea.Stored letters that go unseen. Who shall hear our screams?Who shall worship our stars,put out…
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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…
