Poems
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You keep the music onTo the radio’s loss of your tune.You keep answering to the dialectFor each quivering noteA handsome appearance mismatches youWith the next prettiest worldWhere nothing found you. You keep bending hurricanes closerAt the sound of wind to your window.The more a scent can leaveAcross your pillow,The less even a dog will findYou…
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Walk with a smile to bring back.You were meantTo walk atop your own puddlesThe clouds above your headLeave, for your reflection. Can you say we were meantTo cross lightning with lightning?A brief flashRevealed the lust more tragicThan each spark that never endedSlower than our tracksBeing covered by the snow.
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Filter the sentence,Wear the pageWrapped where throats collapse,As lungs fill with the sootOf a thousand-and-one blood droplets. The iron,The taste of everythingWe hid, upon the tongue.Upon the wind,Your scent exits from the westWhere your light was burned out,Where your eyesKept lowering.
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It wasWhile we loved to gather rainTo the drunken petals,That our darknessWas the faces we kept avoiding.Our kisses meant the tears,Our eyes meant the years,While loveKept feeding us the rope. We wereAlways on the brink of disaster,Holding skin as were the blue skies,Weeping to replace missing dropletsIn the ocean,Eaten by the shore.
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Driven at the mirth of your leaves,Falling at the same space to your feet.Creeping to the tears that leftTheir stains, to discover you bleedBeneath pale moonlight, at sceneries weptTo the fog that surrounds your formAble for hands to lift. While grace would grant you steps,Each petal, each rose scattered around youBends a nose to the…
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No more than a veinReleases, for the stains to grain.A droplet from red to the clearWarmth of some bitter pain.We love until the dawn sets,As the dusk rises,While histories keep us close in check,Weeping in each symptom, at all breaths. We love, while clouds remainTo bring tracks on the desperate roadTo smother, along with our…
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You awake with the forest, in tearsTo repeat the wars, the countless yearsYour eyes radiated with the sun,Though drowned with sceneries shunned.Futures discarded at trembling arms, exalted fears,In the garden you raisedAmong all warmth cast aside. Forever to kiss the dropletsWorn as stones at my throat.Forever to finalize the melodyComposed beneath silver crescent,Before its eventual…
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Some other torn placeWith scraps to the misinterpreted fields,At stages of grain for uncovered spaceWhere the smothered sunRevealed all of bleeding love.A nude back held the same streaks,The same lashesTorn towards Heaven, above –
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Keep sealing your mirrors, display to facesSo emptied of disposition towards you,While your wings face low,Giving nothing to ashes.How much can the weather renewAll the fog that deprives you of graces?From the lips that thirst,By the arms that hurt – Without the heart now stranded at the shore,Failing at the spoken euology.You keep trembling with…
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Then spun the wheelsMimicking the current ideal.A track lostFor a purpose receivedAt the point eternity was crossedTo the arms,Towards the lips at silence conceived.A burial of vows in frozen pages. I shivered at the altar,Wearing my heart on a sleeveWhile my face twisted and alteredIn the same sweat the people believedWas to quit their train.
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Speak your curse,Being cruel in all tragic shapesThat softened you to worse.Love waited, then dividedThe space between your eyes.Your sight changes, as you confidedIn the world’s end.
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A pilot within the storm,Two hearts lost in their passing streams,While eyes can no longer seeOceans for the monochrome skies.Hell has seen to those lovelorn,Born of wings, lost from the angels.Sadness bears flight for infants,Senseless in the resounding grief,Compelled for arms, uttering insignificance.
Modern Romanticism 