Poems
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Simple smileWith no funeral for the settingOf parted soulsWho kept escapingTo futures, concealed in the eyes,Peeled back of identity.While she yearned,I gave her a turnTo be final, with me. Before the world swallowsOur echoesFor the cries of the other,Haven’t we only loved? Before we screamIn our closet of shadows,Caressing rose-tinted cheeks,Haven’t we only loved? DespairingIn…
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The day whenOur lips never retreatBack to swallowing tears,To their tremblingIn barren fears. When that dayComes as open as whenThe nighttime breaksThrough, with the sun to riseIn the caress of great warmthTo the cold backsOf the other. Then,I come with great songPoured open from my heartThat I have always lovedWithout letting go. You have always…
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Great fragrance,Warm remembranceOf what once wasIn the fog of ever-blue eveningsWhere you rain what is leftOf cruelty in your heart. Holding hands, nowWith an empty frame,As the spaceNear to me, in the rainOnce laid the porcelain figureWith cheeks as redAs the descension of a sun,With eyes as sadAs the lifting moon. Waking in flame,While the…
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Hollowed outOf her heart, in the everlasting webThat bleeds out the ironFor tracks laid,With screams buried. Funneling shame through a puddleWhere memories liveBy a circular rippleExtending for a mile,That the train can come sailing. Station stormsWhere it rains in her heartAmong all the notesPlayed for the pain of days,All within the waiting years. One playful…
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It is of no better placeTo surround yourself withDelicate nature, in the bindingOf what shall nurture,Shall cultivateThis beaming to your understandingTo your rejectionist self. Love has shown you a full vessel,While you have emptied itUpon the floorIn disarray.Love wept for you,As you merely laughedTowards the nightWhen lust shall hunger for you. Though,You weepOn your own,To…
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How much are you unable toCross your mind, in the admittance of?Brokenness, to each wingWhere even the skies have departedFrom your wasted self.Each eye,Each tormented whine,As all of your visionFades into time. Of sadnessWhere skin becomes frozenIn the heat of this inferno,While eyes begin to shed dustAs flapping butterfly wings. Walking into an echoTo bleed…
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Waiting without thorns,Holding roses to your hair,Giving simplest sentencesFor youTo be aware. Watching as your faceSettles itself,While the kissNestles itself,Tearing attentionFrom the frown,To the keen and fruitfulRomance of a crown. Bending night with night,With rays from the moonlight,Facing sideways downYour hollowness, around,Has made mePresent the bliss of a wildernessWhere limbs can soon shiverUnder the weight…
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Call to meEach dismal shapeOf your forgotten beauty.With halls that treasure hearts,Of stillness upon the wallsWhere portraitsKeep faces, with buried lips,With sadnessIn each of their words. Soldiers passGrim countenancesTo the talents of a queen,Ripped freeOf the fortune to love,As scenery runs from their eyes,Pledging boundariesFrom their mind, to Heaven. Children roamUpon where forests collideIn the…
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Glue togetherA burnt remnantWith one departed momentWhere our hands were joinedIn idlest fashion.Strained jointsTo seeIn the eyes of the otherSome farewell to the blue. I have lived for far too longWithout the warmthOf your touch,Frozen in the delicate frameOf a conscious,Unconscious mind. Wide openTo the sounds of rushing air,Between bird wings and coal mines,Within both…
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WastefulDepartureFrom the moon’s aperture,As tears soak the gentle nightOf its entire warmth,Holding hands with a sculptureFeeling coldness, all around. Grief watches the selfOf mirrored glances in the skies,Sending criesTo the curves of the universe.Whisking scenery close,As love blew the final kissOff the furthest cliff. Somber sculptureWith the rain, of eyesThat never show true pain,As isolated…
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Blankets of warmth,As baskets bring flowersAtop what has died,The heart, said to be stoppedFor the good of the world. Yet, its beat was to stayIn place of the eyesThat took to its ill-white veinsA horrid form of symmetryAs rhythms broke the countlessMiniscule reverbs of time. Its beat, of not the decayTo the surrounding imageOf still-life,…
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Piano keys,A remembrance of everywhereWhere steps could have walked,Teeming brightOn the slow stridesAtop hard sand. Without a smileTo stay us afloat,Bleeding within our eyesWithout a bucket, for a ropeTo measure the distanceDownwards. Tender heartAnd broken heart,Faceless meanderingsTo the state of understanding.Love has been the vesselOn the open, soft ocean,As eyes are blinded by dustFrom watery…
Modern Romanticism 