Poems
-
Killing the buds,One by bloody one,In hands, folded into ironMarking disaster where you treadDeep in the steps of worrying oblivion.I can count your tears,Face your aromatic fears.The bleeding pain will not causeYou, to become the effect. Your love is a ruined thorn,Radiant on stem,Fallen, to be reborn.Love has departed from your wings,Burying themselves into dust,Leaving…
-
Living upon turned over rocks,Making my mark upon fertile soil,Losing an edge for every crease,Leaking sadness, as my last breath.She calls to thunder,She buries herselfIn awe and wonder. Like a face defeatedUpon pebbles that trailAn ocean’sFailing point,I can kiss what will eventually be buriedIn the lines I drawSo crudeIn the nude sand. I will growA…
-
You’ll loseYour earnings on the road,Masking your jealousy with fragrance,Radiating the windWith frailest streamsThat could ever extend from your eyes.Of blue upon the blackVoids of life, where lakes coverThe voids of our deceit. How are weThis close to the end,Yet, I have not held youIn arms, that sir deeperThat any silent weeper, in the oceansOf…
-
LoveIs the gliding stareTo the endsOf whereWe can find ourselves loving reflections,Like children without direction,With our feet placedUpon soil that runs,Faster than us. Love is where we may be seated,As we might be sighted,Lifted to the welkin above,As we are sunken belowIn arms, that bury ourselves,While the skies above, will weep. We liveIn each other’s…
-
Holding the hardnessOf a cold, winter’s heart,I can sing you tunes that would not matterTo the lonesome state of your eyes.Face me,Like facing the broken child,The twisted animalTied at the neck to the fence,Bleeding of spirit, through the eyes. Inside the whiteOf staring blue,Is merely the black of a voidThat was never filled,Was never reprievedOf…
-
Within the semblanceOf your eyes,Turning about to face the sunAs it criesYellow light to stream from its void,Where a moon sought to crush the blanketingRose of where you highlighted your faceUpon, when your life was certain. I leave you to the winds.Suffer more, for I can never win.Like leaves that leave their branches,With the moon…
-
Oh, love,Marry meWhere winter can sleep,Where feelings can rushFrom somewhere deep.I can quit the stormAbove my eyes,Would you to take my hand,Gathering the petalsOf a fertile and eternalBeautiful spring. We have crossedWays that were so crooked,Lines that were too narrow,While we loved with a bleeding sight,While we lived in the course of fright.Take my golden…
-
Towards the sun,The openWhere I find you, laying thereIn twisting streamsOf your velvet stare.I can lay a kissThat even God will not remember,Will not see,As my eyes cut cleanTo the veins of you. BreathingA design to your solaceOf you,My illusion, my empireWeeping a remaining roadFor my weary legs to walk,Bleeding pathsDown, for hopes to be…
-
Like love never wore proudlyThe mark of you,To sootheThe dark of you,Leaving flickers to set you to sleep,My deepest romance,Kissing you, under the vowTo never departFrom the heart, of you. I can restDeep below your shadow,Leaving drops to count a new light,Falling from my eyes,In tearstained loyalty. Your words,Your eyesAre to my every obedience.I love…
-
SafetyEludes the shores,Of your form in the twist,Of your shades to be kissed,Of your wakefulnessHere to be missed. When you open your mouthTo breathe your horrors,Call through to me,When I can weep alongsideThe preciousness of you. When you can sighWords that catch the slopeOf sand once fertile,To new beginnings, I will runTowards the holiest sun.…
-
How much warmth of summerDo you feel,When I touch you, in your trembling?My hands graze firmYour shoulders, your neck,To breathe in a million starsFrom your weathering eyes. Such coldness,So much oldnessScars you,Tears you down,In fields of waking memory,Bleeding your eyes dry. Feel whole,My bleeding beloved,For the world cannot scorn you,So much as I will warm…
-
Will it,Upon the day when I take youShower me in golden splashes?I want to hold all there is,Of youIn this wilderness of smogOf cities that weep their hatredOver streets made of flame. Will your breath be warm,Of golden arrows to pierce my heart?Will you echo the loudnessOf certain enamoringLucidity? I want youIn these arms,Where I…
Modern Romanticism 