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Red dustTo the overgrowthOf flamesIn the recession of her skin,To the waves of her breathBleeding to the finest crossTo bear the weight of yesterday’s sin. One memoryHeated by a lighted wick,Sends signals to streets, emptiedFor that which is sick. Love’s bluest soundOf grief that stings the next cheekOver the one who did sleepIn the night’s…
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When grace soothes giant’s steps,Holds the teeming insideOf a sinful flame,Creates motions to a manAnd his wounded vestige,Holds his dearest departureFrom the overtureTo something now beginning to die,There is dissertation. There is analogy,There is eulogyTo the one forgotten.As his hand lands in twoWith slender fingers to matchCandles besideHis broken bedside,Beseiged by thoughts, unwindingTo be disbelieved,There…
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Heal a hurt,And start a heart,Fill the place where sickness stung,Where needles pierced,Where fates were wrungIn hands,Cold as winter’s breath. Feel loveWarm aboutFutures so uncertain,Of nakedness to dying awareness,Where beautyCan recede, to overflowThe land of its origin. Hold her eyesOn the chart, brimming withMemories, so strident,Onward, to the eclipse of a heart,To grow bold with…
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No wordsPoison the mouthOf a newborn,For you are as one fallen leafSide by the petals,Laid against the moss,Radiant upon the gleamFrom the ever-glowing stars. I am in your heart,Dearest sicknessThat breaks the faint whisper in me,The shakingThat will not quit. Just a leak from your eyesManages me,As just a simple wordRipped from your lipsDefines me.…
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You will dream all you canOf greatest, teeming glaciersWhere moss covers frost,Where deserts conceal lossBy the tune of failed storiesLingering on dried lips,As the smoke of warmth, as the dustIs no signal, as the helping hand. You will stake yourself, merging in sand,With a face of bright cheeksAs lilies upon the running brook,Whispering a gentle…
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My desperate attemptTo keep you coveredIn the bandages peeled from my heart,To keep you warm,To never see you frown,Once moreIn the limelight. Oh, beauty of forever,By my side,Upon this great night,Hold this outstretched handThat trembles,So weakly quiversTo keep you near. My desperate attemptTo keep you uncloggedOf memoriesToo negative to be the positive escapeTo where comfort…
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I thinkWhat you mean to me,And the waters run.Bleed alwaysMy heart, wide open,As the embrace of both armsTo call you in. Leave these petals,Dearest blessedWoman of my next tomorrow.I shall kissThe sweetness of your red,Beautiful cheeks,While you sigh out infinity. Welcome me,As I welcome youIn arms, that never hangWith the strings of heartsThat fall apart,In…
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Love can open wings,Not the jar of jealousy.The remaining steps,Too broken to followOn seasonal endings,Where comes the painOf imagining. We bleedThough, we do not die,When all is said,Though, we do not cry.A face is all it takesTo mimic the sideThat said,“I, too, wish to hide.” Layered by brokenness,A fever comes to welcome us,A sadness comes…
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My eyes closeTo reopenUpon an aching realm,Where hands shatter before they are claspedIn the deepest prayer between others. Thoughts may overlap,Though nothing collectsWith the beauties that make us poignant,Make us sureFor the stars that ascend, in the dark. We believe,Though we keep to beThe recollections as weapons,The miniscule tidesUpon the driven shores,As pettiness swallowsThe poison…
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WhoUpon the rocking cradleComprehends why the infant weeps,Why the same puling thingNow distantly sleeps? TirednessMakes the same resultOf the man who swims in his yearning,To the woman who swims in her past,Bleeding dryThe notes of the heartUpon the curtains before one’s brokenness. We needAs much as we pleadFor the friendTo wake us,And tell usTo sleep,…
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Block your road,Endless journey to the beginningOf pieces placed,As life remakesSteps to followOn the hollow road,Dreaming of sceneries collected,Drinking sorrow resurrected. The snowAtop your eyes,Has landed, by this eveningWhere your dreamsAre a contemplative memory.Walk about,Look beautiful,And do not for a momentStop to breathe. Collect your heart,Broken of fragments, at your feet,Run along with the birds,Sing…
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WaterYour weary hour,Or come to fillThis heart with the yearningThat journeys again to your arms,Filling NeptuneWith fields of living Heaven,Swollen of light,Counterfeit of the dark. I knewTo God, whose tears were diamonds,That your fall would notPull you freeFrom safezones, the solaceWithin the whimpering silence,As you dream of discovering contemplationIn the endeavors of designation. As blood…
Modern Romanticism 