Poems
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Close the chapter,Read the bookWithout the tragedy.The moral was pinpoint,As now the title awaitsFor a different ending. We all want, in this bleak worldTo die a different death,Without the flood of tears that give us nectarTo the fallen blossom of ourselves. Let us sing without song.Let ourselves yearn without the longWait, at the train station.There…
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A vessel, a gleaming spiderwebDarkened by the colors of your skies.You grew to know each vine you fedWhile fierce in stare, torn and bled.I loved, while all did surroundWith the moon phases, trickles from cries – Pale and hollow to the bleak decay.To wield the stone, to skip the heartGrowing dim after each day.Senseless to…
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Over stagnant currents,To breath, we follow each other’s streamTo the vivid image beneath the oaks,Growing gently the flavorUpon our lips,Creating tears that would strike a stormBack to being reminiscent. To wield your hip,Then to a heartOur eyes would skipIts beat upon the untrodden path,With steps we make,Unknowing to each breath we take.
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To choose In the attempt to ignore,While the waters keep flowingOutside the gatesTowards places we abhor.My wonderful nurseTo a child whose steps are firstOnto a ledge.
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Was cover more the embraceThan the open turbulence?Dark clouds next to you,Loyalty dreams in the desertTo never rob you of washed petals,So long as the tears, the watersCan lift us, not sink us. Beneath sheets of sky-lit dark,Fewest stars spread over the nighttime gleam.You will retreatTo your more covering cover,The concealment that bettered to revealAll…
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Fall backThrough thickened ruin,Let the tears be your kissTo end the lifeWhose heart has gone, remiss.
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Her heart swells to the loosened tide,Revives to the reminderThat no pain came so simple,Left so bitterlyIn the hours it stayed. A few teardrops towards the galaxy,A world apart from the gleaming ocean,Fewest breaths or sighs of relief,While nothing could drinkA pure sustenance from her breast. A beating stone within bleeding flesh,Cold fingers run a…
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To each blackened shape,A pencil can fill in the starsTo make the lightInside the hurt and still-lifeVoid upon the surrender. There is gentle music,Harbored screamsBled as tears over the wash of you. Reconcile,Keep us burying the independent flag,For one concealed in plainest immaculacy.
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Breathe.Keep pulling the nooseWrapped around your kissed throat.StayTo weep with me for a second more,Before you recede,Before you neglect to breathe,Wiping your smile from delicate expression.Can you hear the birds?They have come. Shelter thisStagnant kissDropped within your open mouth.I cannot reviveThe heart that failed the second moreIn the moment we gave to HeavenThe sadness to…
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You were waiting,Blind with me,Screaming in our distant torments,Plagued with the same sicknessThat kept thumping our heartsThroughout the same wickedness.Wishful,Blissful, to the conditionThat our road would not reach the sameTemperature, in steam to riseAs our faces depicted in the grainOf the stormy galaxy.
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A blade in the thick of grass,A waist meant for the graspFrom a thousand drifts through the yearning.A sequence while we melt with the snow,Two sentences we could not ignoreLeaving each other’s lips.Two committmentsWe are unable to trace,As we keep feastingOn roses of an esnranged garden. We weepIn the midst of a burning worldWe choose…
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A kiss to bring me closerTo your ever-changing patterns in the wind.To your seasonal surrounds,A kiss will bring me closerThan all the flames of the wild,Than all the temptations I have crossedOn this voyage to encompass you. The dominant hand closer,The better foot put forward,The love we keep sayingIs both our embrace and our march.
Modern Romanticism 