Poems
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How to kill the past,Bury it in mud,To leave the leaves of an autumnal tempestFar behind,Back to where the sunCannot speak to those yesterdays,Written in brail,Believed by the blind. How to kiss your handLifted to the moon,Where tears are shared by the blinding noon,For no sun can see us,For no sun can findAll that can…
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Upon the Hell,Where heated momentsAre everyone’s misfortune,You seem to call to oneWhere hearts are lost,Failures are timid,Eyes are scattered, in glances,Leaving love to the well, where it drops,Like a curtain over an empire. I kissSweet roses, farewell,Over graves, cold and still.Yet, your handIs placed in mineFor me to speak words of warmthTo your crying eyes,Where…
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Pull myself togetherUnder your breathing form,In the circus of your entwining arms,Lurking in your shadowWhere I can melt my smileInto your veins. Like idle crossesWhere no savior resides,I can die, over again,For the faces that never wither,Bleeding and pulingIn the arms of their captured beloved.Pulling myselfDown, under your form,Not leaving. Hurts to love, hurts to…
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In my dark,Where reflections are my understandingOf so-limited truth,She brought out my lost notes,My sacred pledges,Deserted among the strangled ocean,Born down upon my arms,Where I can bleed her,Soon as I lose her. Losing her,Beneath waves, cold as silk,Long with the tide,Curving her,Writing my truth upon her form,White as the porcelain,Glistening as the ivoryOf wilted bones,Like…
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Like fogDancing atop your smearedForehead,While kisses remain steadyTo pull me throughThe keenest kind of birthInto your arms.Like loveNever had a melody to shareWith the empires,Corrupt,And unkind. One ariaThat blew free from your lipsLike red to mix with the windOf fleeing shepherds to their flock,To all they lost.Your captured memoriesLay lingering upon your beating heart,Lighting aflameThis…
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For the highlightsOf coming days,Where your face recedesIn the transparent waters,Where I can falter, upon your cadaverThat the sun has lit, like for two eyesThat will never open. To the recognitionOf rivers that run backwardsTo memories, to claim their origin,As I can, while tears make their waysBack to my eyes. For as I guide my…
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FallingInto empty circlesBranded with your kisses,Stained by the blood of your heart.I can reachFor a void, where you belonged,Yet, you still shower me in your excessive light,Leaving love to my arms,Caressed like a whimpering child. Leave my own heartTo the storm of your hypocrisy,That I might terminateAll the blood that flows through your halo,That I…
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I can falter,I can swimBeneath the scenery you cast forthFrom such a pallid stare.I can worshipWithout being on my knees,The holiness of your unendingBeauty.You can take your eyes to the sun,Marking spots where we can runAs our faces cry outTo something we have missed,That we gather up. Set your place among the world,Dear one,For you…
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TruthDecays, upon the dayWhen I can no longer embraceYou, beneath the waters,As I now see only the sand,Where our soft forms used to land,And roll.We are used to our own toll,Retaining white upon our teeth,With red around our eyes,Though, can now transfix ourselvesTo the upcoming feat,Where we shall drop ourselvesTo a place hardened by our…
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Leaving yourselfFloatingIn the wind,Where tapestries inscribe your nameTo wool and linen, bleeding red upon white.As you, the leaf upon the lake,Can seek out worlds no one has left,Because no one arrived. Emotional,Where dreams come hurriedTo the eyes, where teardrops come dancingFrom their storm, to the earth. Can you raise the petals no stormHas ever tainted?Can…
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UnholyDynastyOf something so unfathomable,As the love from starless nights,There is sheWading among the terrorsTo a place without light,That I seekSomething so meek,In where she places her crownOf ebony mixed with ivory,Though the latter has no substance. She choosesDiversity for ways,While ICan collideWith the ocean’s breath,As IFlood the world with her death,Can sing praises that come…
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I cannotBow near enoughTo kiss your frozen lips,Without welcoming myselfTo join you,For tears have gleamed my years,In outpouring sunlightFor too long. As I bury theeBeneath the sea, of my thorns,You can find puddles away from our homeTo cleanse the soil from your form. Drinking the nothingnessOf two storms, un-matching.Wielding frostTo lay upon my heart.There are…
Modern Romanticism 