Poems
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Beneath, where the cliffloosens its falls, its running streamat the torn page, of ivory.Water keeps whispering for one heartin a gallon, while sinking. Teardrops, nestled in sentencestoo few when against the border of lipsstuck upon the tonguewith flame to seal us tight. Stolen language, – a funeral, sceneries pillaged,while winter carves out stalemates,in frozen sacrilege.…
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Reversed water sweeping your tearsback beneath, back to sleep. Oh, how I incline to reclineyour form upon deserts,to take the stones where youlost raindrops. Bold in the dark,raven atop the waters.Your tears, a curtain.Your fingers, bars to a sideways cage.Uncounted scars, same with stars,gleaming as gunshot woundsupon the soft calmnessof one devilish sea. You gain…
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Hold tight, as fate was not meantto be yours, where the seatransfers your lullabyto the sky. Upon these rocks, an ocean findsyour departure, your expanse. Broken and boardedupon the vessel that carries youthrough streams from cuts,from eyes being shut. Walk from this world,to the next that departswithout an oar to hold,without a handto bring you…
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Paper-thin, worn inthe impeding night.Your lips had strands of hairas violin stringsto play this dirge. A lament before the kissupon the rock. Devotion, with the oceanrunning fromthese eyes, to my palms,in silent prayer. Steady me. Will you hold me? I was never the weight,while you werethe anchor. I was a simple feather, burningof bristles, worn…
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Something seems to shake A heart for heartstrings, covered in Your scent, your memories make Skin to unfold, Embraces carved in Heaven’s hold. Something seemed to be The unending sign – While matches lit Your eyes, as the river carried – Your heart, while time was harried. Drawing the curtain, as clocks hit The faint…
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Waters rose, with the breath of the windwilting the shore, hoarding the petals.waking my eyes to the surrendering sunclashing at the fallto twin leaves that were on their path,apart from the run,a stride towards hearts undone. Every fall of an aching chest,rusted metal pours its redto freeze this back, over again. When winter is nude,covering…
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Not the train can bring a soul back to all burned meadows, the unyielding pain. With water for the leaves, eyes for the grace of a hip, a mother’s kiss upon tainted dew in all collected memories brought forth towards renewed sceneries. Love explores a day in life, weeping for half, then joy for the…
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Unexplored, to you, our eyes keep foretelling, keep telling of pain’s awesome history. Why do you walk, why breathe if the downwards slope slides your cries? Bent form and broken smile, sing, once again, for the while to devour the ocean. How much rain to drink? How much to the porcelain can be carved of…
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Tears, countless to be counted with fingers laced with boundless sentiment, to your flavor. For waters to savor, where you linger in an ocean I cannot remember, while hope is the thinnest blue strip, above the grains where we laid. We are mirrors to the other’s eyes, an open window carved from the glass of…
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Soft words, and hands cut from the glass, melted on the sand. Wallow, we are lifted to find each other’s eyes even in the rush of stars. Bloodbaths, fights that do not quit their place for eyes, cannot fit. Alone, to shower with the bucket, the rope tied at our feet. Collection, a slow dance…
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Cover me with wind, Your breath and frosted smile Becomes heated, Is greeted, before the miles Of your flesh, becomes explored At your great histories, adored. Wander here – Taken far from the cross, To be within the burning state. Love, at its great height, holds your weight, Crashes you into the folding embrace. Drink…
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Close the door. Open yourself to the fire, The feelings we help ourselves to, Without seconds. Devotion in the engulfing kiss, The waves against your shore. I have entered, with desire – To build a nest in your name, With a spare bough to hang above Those stars, we count, in infinite love. Facing the…
Modern Romanticism 