Poem
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Echo about Your frolicking self. The rain is but a flicker To the decay of warmth. I want to hold A form that wilts, no more, When the tears come as razors To the skin that has bled only coldness. Your frozen silence, Leaks memorabilia. Of earing and necklace Latched to flesh, Discarded from youth.…
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Lace yourself Around the hollow throat That leaks only whispers, For I engage in the merriment Of a thousand more speeches On what it means To see. You have found yourself Laying there Between birch and bramble, Of anything that can burn. Ropes tie your legs While your arms are chained above Your head, in…
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Bless yourself,Woman of the deepOf me.Your face has raindropsSuitable for consumption.Your aroma is taxingTo my strength.I falter,I weakenBefore your might. There is seduction in every wordThat leaks freeFrom your parted mouth.I eclipse nothing of joyFor your moment in the sun.I blot out the smearsBefore they set. You no longer need to weepWhen love is there…
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Let come the rain. Our fields are thirsty For the stains of splashed Earth. Our dreams remained with The sudden parting upon the forty-fifth Angle to the unknowns.
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No more long speeches, No more long breaks In the forest, where we take Turns to reach for the clouds Gathered, Then parted From the circles, they formed. No more time to talk, No more time to walk On in the same direction. We are so much like the ash that rains Upon our hands,…
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Looking back To my other end Of the lake, that shares Twisted, Broken branches. Her eyes leave marks, Her form Casts the storm. She bleeds all over me Grief, and pity. Her life Forged, through strife. Curves that taint the Earth, Growing weeds, Brambles, Among thickets, Thorns, Never the sweetness I’d expect. Her touch burns…
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You enveloped me, Roped me into years of bleeding, Gave me nice words To the next degree Of splendid heat. I felt your churning Down in Earth’s bowels. Can you hold onto the kindness, Or would you Rather withdraw to the blindness? The darkness suits you more, More than the notes upon doors, More than…
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You are the lighthouse Amid my storm, The guide, While my sails are worn. I am cracked by my hull, As you never let me sink Into my own debris, In my own tears, By my own fears. You are merciful, As I’ve been fanciful In seeing my pain wither away, In desiring my arms…
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I fall with you Down to the embers With the morning dew. I stay with you In hearts so filled with contrast To light, To bright tears On the waking mind In the dismal shine. We bleed, so much alike. Like new droplets Upon the petals During a storm That leaves its mark, upon the…
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Twilight is our embrace, Shedding tears Without waste. My face greets the morning sun Upon hollow earth, Dreaming For new stars that crater the ground, Making dust, Forging rust, Bleeding violet from roses That hold only red. I hold the daffodil close, Like I hold the primrose in my mouth, As I fold the orchids…
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I curl around A form, that steps around The rocks, that shelter Her beginning to be hidden. Love leaves soft trails On the path so unspoken Beneath her sighing lips. I want to say That the world was without you, Though, you came Without pain. Could you kiss? Could you melt Like candles that have…
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Without me, in arms, I bleed only reflection. The memory of a forsaken vow To the embodiment of now. The world has deceit Rising in reverse Angles, made to mangle Our eyes, to our very feet. Love is a triangle, An emotion without circles. Blood rises, to then fall Down to the distant call. I…
Modern Romanticism 