Poems
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You turnThe blue from the storm,Leaving me to grapple the wavesBy my hands,Upon this desolate landWhere the ripples break me. You churnThe waters beneath my crutches.I rotate these handlebars, slowly,To fathom your deepest apologyThat came riding from your mouth,When the last breath was taken. Like a church that never met winter,Like a lake that never…
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Can you lose the lightBefore I go onWith the womb I shelter myself in,With the hollowness I place my voice?Your tears stream a river for my defeat,Down beneath the crevices,Further down to the undertowingNature of these footsteps. I blow dark kissesThrough the ignited blue,I want to seek guidanceFrom something brand new.I shelter myselfIn a void,Forgotten…
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Breathe into me,Lift me from the water,For my feet have been drowning.Your dark hair,Your ivory fleshIs all enough to feed me,Seed me,Twist meIn all comforting senses to you. You have meaning to your eyes,A gleam to your gaze.Kiss me with all the radiance of this forgotten world,Filled with flames,Smothered in guilt.Branded by deepest sorrowsThat never…
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Madness neverReceives the soilTo smother its flames.Just a burning remembrance,Just a solace to ache the soothingTimes of simple yearning.Just a darkness to make misfortuneOut of something so familiarAs the sky’s embrace of winterThrough her eyes. Like two blue flamesFanned only by the sighs of grief,Unable to be extinguishedBy tears of a greater hue. Madness rolls…
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Just a handLet loose from the palm,Kissed to many a rainThat had fallen from eyes meant to see stars.He watched her fade,Staring with a wandering soul,Wondering eyesSo rounded by ringsTo a beauty that remained eternally young. A world within himself,Homesick,FalteringBeneath waves that carry canes. He shall beMore crippled without her near,Still holding the blue upright,Still…
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Never so muchKept in the dark,Holding upon soil, with an animalStuffed with paper,Paper disused,Misused,Meant for currency,Used for comfort. A bleeding,Rife,Opened soulTo the sounds of a distant fallingOf a woman’s voice.She sends him whispers,The child with the teddy bear,The child with a lonely stare. A spirit,A phantomClung to dirt,And from dirt, to debris. A little tearComes…
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What a mindI was born within,A final echoing momentThat I release from lips chapped by time.I release the fuel from the fire,The water from the soil,The entrances from the exits,The simplicity from the complication. I sacrifice tears,To let allowance to awesome fears,A greater shiveringTo a world that has nothing moreThan the pain where I sink…
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Startled presence,Do not be alarmed.Be in comfortWhen I hold your head back on my arm.Your tearsFall to be consumedBy an outspread tongue.I need to knowYour light is greater than my own. Can you believeIn dreams,Once more? I live for the reckoningOf a preserved moment.No more loss, to drench our souls. Let loveCross skies, sent forward…
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The one who claimed,The one who namedA special curtain to be placedUpon the dark of the past,Sees grains,Sees stainsStill upon the woes of a woman’s heart,Still hearing the echoesThat loosen themselves from a slender tongue,Repeating of sadness,Releasing of madness. You’ve heldFor one quarter of a centuryUpon the roses,As your eyes merely saw the red of…
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Open eyes,Unfurled wings of a tiny newborn.He means to feel the warmth,To drench his mind in her vision,Her sight,Her gaze.A mother’s blessing upon the soon to beHailed as King. Bleeding woesWill beSoon to beThe stifling of a world’s silence.Can Heaven sing any louder? A tapestry unfolded,A Bible ruined,A journey so sublimeUp to the altarWhere folded…
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It is to my consignThat I must give allowanceTo the earth’s hunger.She flooded the newborns, their milk,Drawn from the sea of her flesh,White as the stains of purityOnce enveloped between her legs. A nicetyTo one single liability,That she must turn to ash,To be gatheredBy the storm with its herding winds.I have, at my backThe urge,…
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He sees his God,Upside-down upon the cross,Disheveled,Though bandagedBy the pauper’s rags.That man,Withdrawn into the dirtBeneath his perfect feet.His remorseTakes a courseBackwards, away from what he fearsMay send him into tears. Beautiful imageOf a Saint,Whose blood flows as crimson dustDown to the same earthA man with perfect feet, sends his following.Dust,Eternal in its slopeTo no one’s…
Modern Romanticism 