#poet
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In arms,We rest,Under great waves,We become undressed,Drifting to moonlight,Weeping for sunlight,Carving our surroundingsInto twilight,Of stars that fold colorsInto the unification of white. Porcelain dreams,Faded awareness,Disguised simplicityOf a disused momentUnder the wings of the other’sHeartened caress. WieldingWhat does not die,Though lasts with the nightInto the memory of warmth,Bleeding sunraysFrom the heated touch. A bathOr a cradleSinks…
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Five winds,Count anotherThat drifts youTo a shredded paradiseOf photographs lingering on the pathTo a corroding gentleness,A peaceful sessionOf beautiful weeping. My love,How great are these wallsOf stumbling colors,Falling through the blankest cloudsLingering overhead?Your faceIn the sky, I see,By my open eyesAnd swipe a tearAway from the state. Weep from the simmering storm,The blue veil shadows…
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Track your swum milesBack to the reliving love,Watered by the stormsWe drew our arms through,Together,Keeping smiles on the pagesWe turn,Together, in a hold. We hold historyEver on page one,Finding love in unending tearsBacktracked on the first mileWe ever sought to cross. Oh, love,Keep smilingWith waters to your naked heartLeaning in reverse,Falling upward. BeautyCloses curtains,Nestled thus…
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I contain you,I strip youOf water, down your eyes.You held upon lifeFor a new smileTo arise.I can greet you in the coming moon,Hold your head, in the noonBeneath cracked ceilings. My openingOf famous insurrectionsUpon the love we dined through,With bread to our flesh,As nakedness was to your death.Hold your shieldAgainst your scars,For a minute more.I…
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How many stringsAttach the chordTo the vesselOf what has been sounded? A heart beatsWith rhythms, undefined,Healing injured promisesBy the faintest, vainest flowOf red, along the longest ropesCalled veins. BleedingUndesirable certaintyOf mindful eclipses,To woeful glimpsesOf the way in which love runsDown the hollow curves. How many chordsDetach from the strings,Overflowing our sceneryWith sounds, never sights? The…
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How great were the wordsIn relationTo the acts, upon the radiant stage?Deception crosses the veins,Shelters our support, to be stainedWith open-wide synonyms,RepetitionsOf a mile for the future. Repeating at the mile,Filling futures for the styleOf yesterday’s portraits,Brazen in the emptiness of lackingElements. Colors and broken arrows,Books of wordsWithout dynamics in meaning.I love with fingers too…
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Kill the stain,Wet around the rain,Born of bitterness in your eyes,Of roses that make the tapestriesUnified, in their simple structure. I loosen tearsTo recreate the yearWe both drew ourselves in the earth,And flooded the flameThat torched our unborn words. Your lipsWounded upon the vowel,Healed upon the consonant,Desperate within the mentionOf even rhymes,To be gathered within…
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Hold there,The rose that caught our tearsOf each thing swept by,Caught in the lakes we used to dwell,Swimming in porcelain eyelids,Of closed calm,As beloveds in the morning. We were childrenOf a different nature,Swimming in the hearts of the other.We have found ourselvesClogged in veins,Repeated pulses gently uponOur unrinsed cheeks,Crying soundsIn the unspeaking darkness. Autumn has…
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Eyes that wait,Tears that tasteAs sameness, with the bitternessOf frozen leaves, near toThe pathwayDrawn for you. You liveWith wild eyes,Decorated and desolatedBy the weeping glacierForever movingAgainst your mind. You love all the dreamsThat the moon could faze you,Lifting black into white,With the tears of the cruelest yearsTo make you. I am in all that waits,So…
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This river flowsWide, with the gaps of my mind,As I holdTwin hearts for the beat of oneBeloved kind. Her stairsTo a hollowed-out chamber,Her stareTo welcome me throughA near collapsing fixture,An oaken brambleOf a woman,So slender, yet burnedOf life. I holdTwo stones to make a purposeSo deadened,In heart.So beloved, in spirit. A lake filled with so…
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Loose,FallingDebris from an open mouth.I am screaming,As you are being saved.The great devoidOf my void,Of you, my great treasureWithout measure. EmptinessIs better served, with the bloodThat buysAnother lifeAway from the uncertaintyWithin every flake of dust.You drive rain,As I feel pain. The snow from your mouth,The wet fieldsThat bleed with the meltOf Hell-born frost. You loose…
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DesperationBrings hands to the waves,That I mightDiscover, once moreThe passageway.The emotional absorptionOf every causeway,Feeling my mind as thoughIt were my heart. TormentsTo every dimension,Peeling tape fromWhat sticks to the underneath,The waters that flowThrough riverbeds,The comfort that never died. Emotions buriedAs tapestries, so sunken in threadsOf barest color,Healing sicknessOf pallor, bleak,Raw,And uneven. I need to graspThe…
Modern Romanticism 