Poems
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She never criesWith denial’s curtain about her.To the remembrance for what diesIn its youth, running the skiesIn barest blue, beyond the nectar.Wind catches her scars,While envy reveals the empty shadow – Beside her, in the bed.Wide-awake eyes, blue in the midnight,While belief is lost from sightThat another heart should call, again.One sentence, one word to…
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I should have notBurned my heart twiceAgainst what was ruins,On everything we believed was ourConstruction of Heaven.I could haveBuried my heart amongst it.I should haveBled towards the river,Where now you lay. I should haveLet you go free.I should not haveClung to grief.I sincerely should not haveKept a burned-out lightFrom its peace. I should haveDied with…
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With words still caughtIn our throats.With gazes that stretch moreThan the shadows caught from the light,Arms still reachTo bring you close.Loyalty still remembers,For what better moment can occurWhen we will riseWith the roots at our feet? While the sun is still high,Say you will touch the remaining stars.Say to drown the flameThat speaks ill, during…
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Teardrops were not the cascade,Not the storm to be showered,While love’s own fertile fieldsCall for us bothTo dance. Placing flowers in your hair,A scent through each strand.Leaning to kissEach finger of yoursThat reaches,Though finds no light. Pulling you inApart from the faces of the moon,From the facades of manyYou thought were one.Swallow whole this truth,Laid…
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Here, within armsTo circle your sufferings into closure,You belong. Here, outside from the dark,Into the warmest senseOf something memorable,With someone who drinks ofAll the descending teardropsThat starve your eyesFrom something everlasting. From there,To the moments of salvationStolen from what never wasIn the ocean you bathed,Though were drowning. HereTo believeA love can find its place,High among…
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Come here, to sayThe moon is not the directionYou pray.Hope for our riseThat we might not beCold, with the north,Sapphire blue. I will bandage your wings,To take flightOver peaked mountains,Over landscapesOnce burned in heated sorrow.I will give, to never takeAll the blessings we ever rose with,To speak volumesOver cliffs, to the slowed crawlOf a growing…
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Caressed.Though, not undressed.When the moon tells you to revealSoftest colors, to your pale,Ivory flesh,Would you send summer away? Startled eyesGive off flakes of snow,As thoughTo be specks of ashes at your sight.The inborn meadows,Wild, as all your thrashingDuring the vast nights. Would youWhen the moon calls for it,Taste raindropsTo state the pain is too greatAs…
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SlippingOn puddles made fromShades, further inThe loss of a sane self.Sense of selfTo the waters that bleedFrom dry wells. WadingIn the tear-stained moment.A film, a droplet,A occurrence that did not occurExcept for deep within.The shadows kiss,Bleed to protect their kin. RunningFrom the porcelain sounds,The immaculate praises,Inborn promisesTo love, while death wins its prize. She gained…
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Weak beneathWhere glassWears itself thinIn dark reflection.A mind that finds easy meaningIn decaying truth,In hands that pull backFrom the stem of a thorn,From the red of a rose. I keep what is painful upon drunken times,Weeping in shadowed pillows.Find me,I will be near and nowhere.I will be wilting in the bathtubCleaning stains,The memories that are…
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At times,Loyalty bends itselfToo low,To become earth.Once above, now belowTo be the maggot in the grains.Your tearsDo not, cannot, water me. I am among the gardenNeeding cultivation from the devil,For roses redder than his flame,For love more immortalThan eternal. Knife in your heart,As I hurt you.A toast to your restless nights,As I burn my throat.…
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Cold kiss, ofTwo drunks on the breathTo another,TogetherWith the same directionOf a pain that stares upwardsTo a sun that never sets,HighlightingOur scars. For water, we walkSaving ourselves, savoring the otherWith blood, the wine.Bread for a smile,Kissed towards the bloodied mile.Pain to dilateThe pupilsInto black holes that swallowMore shame, than pride. A journeyTaken, with breath to…
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Washed out,Blue upon the naked horizon.Walking with velvet in arms,While kissing mere glints of orange. A bright, warm touchFrom something past in former daylight,Walking beneath towersFlying your banner,Holding hands with your ghostBeing blue in its careening breath. Holding tightThe world most left behind,Left beneath tracksFrom stampeding feet. Your blue, somber boldnessWith a killing warmth to…
Modern Romanticism 