Poems
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You deserved a choice,seeing me, left withouta space to bury thisfatal flaw of flesh,in an aftermath.What do I hold,when it has becomerotten with the cold?It decays, it staysstill bleeding in theseplainest hallways.Upon my leftwhere I’ve been bereftof all that used to shine,I continue to my righton this vain courseto seek remaining light.I scour over emptiness,with…
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You want tohear it, again,in its softest subtlety.I ask it, another time,with breath I release,after inhaling vaporin what fog hides us,rewinds us.I hold out my heartin its everlasting blindness,to continue everythingI have given tearsfor its growth.Are you aware?Will we ever dareto brave this journeyinto solidification?We float, as bodies,warm to the touch,staring at open sunlight,watering our…
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After dark,after we went out,did we releaseall of our unease?I release a teardroplike melted wax,upon that familiar pathour feet, that wander,had always tracked.Tracing our historyin those sands of time,on flat shorelineswhere an ocean drinksoverlapping timelines.I come to you,to your awakening,under a serene sunrise,asking for your handto take a promise of mine.I do not ever wishfor…
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Why were we evera pair of souls, searchingfor something to matchour wandering eyes?Why have we alwayskept secrets that close?We fed what kept usmoving further awayfrom candleflame,into our disdain.Shutting doors,closing curtains,remembering our loveto be anything butfull of light,because we favoredthe fade of those forcesthat deceived us,that kneaded us.We were shaped to besomething cementedin futile pride,divorcing all…
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I keep decidingagainst a wiser notion,siding with an emotionthat guides me forward,as I look backwards.Blind, I am,to what I believe,denying all that diedin becoming brittle,reflecting fragments.I see a manin each of these parts,as he has remainedwandering in a maze,drunk on a haze.I see that sunlighthas always beckonedthese eyes to finda different life,after leaving thisforever behind.I…
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Such is the wayfor the both of usto keep screamingthat faint tune,calling each otherat our final hour,from across an ocean.Filled with tides,our hearts were blessed,while holding hopelike a bouquetof withered flowers.All fallen petals,we counted, while webelieved that wecould revive it.Whispering sweet,fatal promises,wandering into streetsthat went nowhere.I will continueto weep for ourexpected moment.Nothing could keepitself ongoing,…
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I’ve led usto being transformed,while hiddenbehind black curtains,bleeding before we weep,weeping before we sleep.All at once, becomingsomething hideous,while ashamed to breakourselves, apart fromthe scorning sun.It illuminatesthese dreadful wounds,as we build ourselvesdown to submission,lusting after emptiness.What could we become,when we remove the barrierthat keeps our feetfrom crossing that bridge?We want to, to riseagainst the currentthat pulls,…
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On this roadwith countless grains,having bloomed nothingbut what comes fromnaked wounds.Is it color,or it is a void?I’ve been revivingwhat I’ve brought down,remembering the painI’ve let becomethese swirls,these storms.Love has becomea bleak bitterness,a flavor on a pairof muted lips.Who will I be,as soon as I seethat last stone?It could beon the final milewhen I might speak,when…
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Walk a thin line,trusting those whoknow you, during betteror worse moments,devising an ideafrom collected matter -the residue of the last.We hold out hope,lit as a reused candle,extinguishing whenour arms get tired.What a weight, it is,to keep this boat movingtowards what was believedto be the final island.Bringing togetherall those who knowthese burdens,this water that headsdown from…
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I’ve filtered enough language,becoming silent, amidstthis eternal absenceof who I held, who I wouldhave kept until we would meld,becoming what we neverbecame, under the sun,weeping while blind.You went overthat mountain, seeinganother light thatsomeone held,reviewing your torture,promising more endurancethan all I passed along.I went out, like a torch,continuing to love,hearing your voicein the wind, dragging leaves,twisting…
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Hold the wayfor this spillageof excess, inside along and emptyhallway.There was alwaysa need to keepourselves, from beingtoo late to fill upour eyes,always our eyes,when seeing what weleft to decay.Why would wekeep finding somethingto go on for, when wereuse it, always it -the fatal impressionof keeping herethe feeling.That feeling thatwas never what wewould ever keep.It kept…
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I’ve often saidlife’s too short to speakthese hard words,if I couldn’t just place themwhere I couldn’t see them.I’ve often dressedthis form of minein bandages of black,showing up for a funeralfor history’s voices.Roaming in the spaceof memorized icons,those who’ve gone forward,swallowing their tears -the juices of fruit.Bleeding upon bedsheets,making love with the sorrowthat I’ve come to…
Modern Romanticism 