Poems
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You hold candles to burn us toSpecks upon an aching shoulder.Why fall, when we knewTo give the ocean its space?One final teardrop breaks into cinders,With heat upon your form I trace.Walk back those eyesFrom afar, to bleeding arms. Do not stop sinkingEven when reaching the end of me.You were strong upon your own scenery.Never decide,…
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Our hearts, our halls amongThese veins that stretch with yearning’s song.Can you count the skipsThe pulse had made, all along?Razor pleasure that holds a note,While summer cures what winter wroteUpon the morning that came. Your eyes, our skies,While love skips the momentFor a second more.Hands around your hips,Watching the stars fall, as schedules flip. One…
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With a note upon some sound,The echoes had carried us to bliss.Steering directions, with distractions around,While we viewed each other in the lakes.I am starved of your kiss,The scent of your hair in the wind.A piece of you is for scenery to make – While folded letters journey us togetherTo find passages, spaces between the…
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Still youKeep running the tears that toMankind’s hurts, in the war for bloodied dirtFollow wails, will lead to worse.Leave sorrow as dewTo make the mourning as morningWithout the sleep of the sunStaying where we are entering. While love is warm, apartFrom faces scarred,We keep the bullets entering hearts – We send forth showers, towards eyes…
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How was your heartDug within, bound in dirt?Was deathEver the comfort, ever the hurt?Here, we pour inOur favorite ocean. We sing without breath,We bleed on without flesh.We are in the other’s arms – Still discovering deepest harm.Inside the soil,We trace every mile – We ever lived, under the stars,Now within the sandsCounting each other’s scars.Fallen…
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Speeches collected upon the longest lines,Farewells captured, with eyes towards the wind.Bringing forth a letter,Reading a mystery.She faces the sun without looking in,Running from her eyes light that blinds.She wishes, though cannot love – Without the love, without the heart quittingAll of Heaven’s symptoms.Desperate heart, undiscovered herWho loves with winter lending its warmest,Most concealing cover.…
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Dust never fell, snow never meltedIn the inches we first gave,Separate, upon the ocean beneath, partedFor the one starved child thatKept bleeding in our sunrise, unsaved.Our child, our shadow – Our grief that kept us.With kisses close, a ribbon cutFor our faces to freezeAmong time’s weighted memorialKeeping us as clouds among turmoil. Love takes a…
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You were to beEverything, upon a closed eye. Raining the fog in the remembranceTo two shut windows,Closing for frost’s awakening. You slumber in the nothingTo a heart that skipsAs a stone upon the old lakes. A worried vision,A sealed encasement, where waterWas never the entrance,Never the griefThat wanders within puddles,Never seeing reflection. Listening to vibrations,The…
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How many piecesMust I stitch togetherTo recreate you?Making you,Loving youBuried more of my heartThan I found it. I love the darkWhile the sparksAre still disappearing. To block the sunWill result in your eyes setting,No matter the moon is screaming. What is fewestTo me, in this storm of rainAre the droplets, the pieces of thisAching pain.…
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Firm whispersFor another place he loathesTo go,While winter has remained her clothes,While warmth is ever theSpotlight to call her up. He knewHer time was up.He knew her timeWas to go upTowards clouds, purer in complexion,More delusional than his hopeIn Heavens, in scriptureWhispering more whispersFor desperate daylight. To walk, to talkMore steps, more wordsNear the side…
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To the dark part ofA heart that never forgivesItself, to belong uponThe light side. To the spark that never drainsFrom the memories, from distant kisses.When the wound heals,Will I ever remember you? Your eyes fell to ruin,Your breath shattered withYour lungs that took my wordsTo heart. Your glance fell short,While I scooped up the dirtTo…
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Travel this way.The moon does not hangAnother hour,For you to go acrossA bridge where no one meets.You deserve companyOn the lips, bandaged of the iron.From bloodied scarsTo Heaven’s stars. Come this wayTo meet a fire of your belonging.Burn awayAll moments, to becomeA grand eternity.Each layer to your tressesBleak, while handsWield breasts for the babe,Once more,…
Modern Romanticism 