Painful Poetry
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When you fall,let yourself gowith the leaves,when you leavein your autumnaldiscoloring. It’s the tragedyplayed outlike a symphonyfor a pale-blue oceanto decidefor you. It’s the weatherdisguising Heaven,flooding Hellfor vain relief. Run with the deadwho’ve run from life,escaping in an eternityof disbelief. An echoing cursereturns to remind youof what you didin reverse. It’s an idea,it’s all seamless,connecting…
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It’s built to belike a shelterfor one,to shield from rain,from the noisecarried on the wind’sinfinite arms. Be welcomedinto the earth’smeasureless depth,its moldable darkness,beneath where facesfeed youtheir residue. Our teardropsare more like melted snow,instead of the rainfrom dark clouds. Your responseto our cold sadnesscomes as a memoryentwined in minds. These times are bornfrom the frost,from phantomsthat…
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It moves withinyour echoing daylike smooth ripples, hoping to reacha long shoreline. You swim beneatha frozen lake,anticipating one morningto melt your shieldinto fractures. You teach a stormto keep braving you,telling it at nightthere’s nothing morethan to be alright. But you’re quiveringin your concealment,dripping blackonto a white page. Dissolving into vaporlet loose from your lungs,finalizing a…
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Frozen facespledged the wayfor the desertionof lingering sunsets,rebuilding an empirefar from dismay. There are statesto curse,as there are feelingsto disperse. There’s a bridgeunder a single inchof fresh snow. A survivor’s lefta lone roadfor another to followfor graceful steps,for this pullfor ancient symmetry. There is neveran exact amountof fortitudeto raise upon stable legs. Hope acts as…
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Command it,the time in between,to cease, to even departfrom its arrivalto heal the cutslining your arms. You’ve writtenyour cursed nameabove each one,hoping to negotiatea peacedealwith the devil. You’ve been denyingthe bitter flavorpouring from your heart,melting with the stingyou call sweet. Rows of ceremonyfor your safetyamong running waters,burned to be red,dressed to be white. You’re stickingwith…
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Within a warningwhere teardrops are black,a face is wearingits isolation,its merged yearsoutside-in. This is where I’ve died,hoping to go back,meaning to move on. This is where fearescalates,where pain becomesan idol to worship. I’m a dream awayfrom endingthis unwanted nightmare. But I’m yoursto lead me alonginto your doom. Triumph in yourmalevolent tragedy.An anchorhas brought us lowwhen…
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
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Steady displacementruns in this exhaustiveoverview, over me. I’m not desertingwhat I knowin this exertion. I’ve been steeringupon these waves,crying outone helpless roar,anchoring sadnessin a frozen state. I’m not moving,while merely carvinga circle to be buried. Time’s tested me,made me its puppet,while I dineupon my denial,out in the open,far from retreat. I say the wish,I watch…
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A second, to salvage,is all you need,to vary your voiceon an opposing spectrumwhere seasons change,colors endure. Nighttime follows,before your brutal rainfallcomes to tower over you,covering your miles. You never knewwhich way was right,looming in the directionof what you have left. Pain pieces you togetherlets you remain equalwith the warmth runningfrom your veins. You’re always feelingyour…
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Through this silence,we both scream,rippling waves in emptiness,discarding our tranquil,stillborn hopes.Through madness,we’ve both made each othersworn enemies held close,bonded in the ironof our blood.Our faces are severe,as our blood burnsupon its sudden rush.Our disease is to searour flesh into blackness,more bare than earth.A sickening symphonycracks upon our voice,opening with the depletionof what we held in.After…
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There’s your stateto be salvaged,there’s your woundsto turn from bereavementinto reflection.A lake has formedunder your feet,a spot of yourself-containedresidue.It drowns your words,echoes your screams,diving your facealong a ripple.It freezes to keep youlocked onto a void,captures your graceinto endless space.Who are youin all this irony?The scope of ithas you crawlingfor the grains,for the dust,for the ruststaining…
Modern Romanticism 