Poems
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For steps to count,mistakes to makein the knowledgeof what we’ll taketo the grave.Passing stoneswe had to step around.Dropping tearswe had to abandon.Growing griefas our eternal haunt.Our gardenhas no roots,trampled ever sincewe gave birthto our breath,when it quickenedupon a singlefearful question.Who are we,in this gale,under this hail,within a stormwhere we aredoomed to set sail?Our lives,when separateis…
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To scream.To leavewith icethat follows us,that has our back.We’re dreaming.We’ve been beggingfor somethingmore than our state.This isn’t lastinglonger than an instant,while eyes are on trackfor the past.What are we feeling,after we’re used upfor another time?A face stayswhen it freezesas a brief,simplistic memory.Nothing’s complexabout this,as everything’s distantin our closeness,touching skin,emptying eyes,until embersreveal what’s left.
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Position defeatjust outside of reach,for you to prolongyour decline,for you to drag outwhat youhave underlined. On a shoreline,burning from a sunset,its sand as one color,you are wandering. From a skyline,from your journeyto pilot desertion,you’re here too long. Tragedy has becomeyour songsto lull yourselfto a non-lethal sleep. Vacancy has wonyour heart,beating just to bea white noise.…
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I’m too adriftto be given grace,to be alloweda single secondof space. For I want to redrawwhat won’t berevived for me. It’s just a signof loudestdesperation. I could wailwith these sails,burning in windsthat cut skintoo looseto be attachedto this form. I’m driving this rainflooding these decks,left to rotin a startled heart. Terrified eyes,rushing cheeksare representingthe sudden…
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Light shinesthrough tearstainedgaps betweenyour fingers. You’ve once risen,just to playlike a child,this time in ashes. In them,you can recountwhat you lost,when the sandsare too infinite. Without them,you are the dust,a single flakedescended froma ravaged Heaven. You’ve cut tieswith the shifts,to forge the rifts,outside the purityin life’s unpredictability. You’ve foldedyour form,from front to back,injecting scarlet secretsin…
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It happens,in simple moves,for complex wants. When the dirtburies your eyes,could you still see? Can you believethe lengthof such wounds,some mortal,others minor. You burn throughthe pagesto get to the end,where your ghostthrashes about,without limbs. This fear compelsyour ambitionto elevatethe blood,the flood. This state determinesyour anticipationover the yearsthat followfrom below.
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Left to dreaminside a colorless void,empty as daylight’s ghost.It is bitter,without the resolveI had hoped was thereto greet me. Branching pathwayscould bring mein reverse,or sideways. I’ll remain here,as still as the secondI have caught,reflected in a teardrop. I’ll be amongwhat othershave laid to rest,drying outin the earth,denying destinations,deciding oncrude resignation. Life is the retellingfrom different…
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Brutal timelineof a storyleft razor sharpon a cliff’s edge. You sunderwhat leftoverburning hope there isfor a paradiseto be built. What a lifeyou’ve restrained,bleeding cutsinto floods,turning honestyover closed eyelids. You kneelin a clogged avenue,ample with yearningto become someonewithout vacancy. To fulfill some setof bold words,to bring to flamea rekindled passion,go to deraila train packedwith unmentioned,unneeded doubt.
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Bold formationof you,in the ivory. I’ve been blamingthe onefor this vision. I’ve lost faithin the present,conditioning myselfto see starsduring daylight hours. I want backwhat I’ve knownwouldn’t last,once your lifewas fatedfor another haventhan my arms. Heaven was betterfor you,leaving the Hellthat broke your flesh. Salvation should bea warm certaintyfor almost everyone. Am I among thosewho are…
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Future revisionscan’t drag forwardour glow,not until history’sburning pagesare forgiven. No brand newspeech of our dayscan erase what harmbroke our mindsinto the pieceswe still collect. Looking down,we remaindropping the samerebirthed weight. Looking up,clouds are formingfor their monochromatic,state of disdain. We’re findingthat we’ve not stoppedour surge, our drifttowards a lighthousewe imagined. A slate can’t be cleaned,an ocean…
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It hands outwhat you whisper for.You hang onthroughout your breaths,until you’re revealingthe wounds,those you sealedas thin cracks. Round stretchesof pale skin.Depleted fleshthat hangs loosefor ongoingurgency. You’re starvingfor safetyamong suchlowest scenes. You’re damagingthe sole connection,the one roadback to reality. There’s this nakedphenomenon.It forges your loyaltytowards the pastwith all itsscattered highways. The one routeis the lone pathwayfor…
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Remedying hesitationwith rising smokefor nostrils,those that barelyever breathed. While wedwelled on safetywithin limits,we weren’t drinkinga forgotten truth. There’s no warmthfrom seeing what falls,from up close. There’s brisk airto take in,when the earth quakes. From embersthat liquifya current tragedy.From faceswe once knewto ease our despair. There’s a lessonto build with,once we inhalea memoryto be kept near,until…
