#poet
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WateredBy endless vowels,Taken to the consonants,Kept to the endings.All evennessBecomes the oddness,Lasted upon your gentle smile,Where wishes become ordinary,As tears become extraordinary. You have a face where loveDoes not remainTo keepSmiles, together.Fractures please youIn the earthen graves,As scenery is to the astute,While deserts are to the new. Your blindness,Your kindness,Feeble of eyes,Golden of heart.Streams gather…
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How often,So alikeThe storm seededAtop your burned,Scarlet hair,With your lipsPressed to the wind,Favoring droplets,Keeping to scorn,Mixing messages with the sailsScarred by your hurried fingers. DustBecomes redAs the lustYou take awayThrough the moon’s aperture,Where once was a faceOf something to truth,Where loveHolds a grail to your frozen lips,Not wasting a single dropOf a design. The heat,The…
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Crossed in brush,Filled with tears,The breaking heartBecomes healed, today. Your face,Once a distant sun,Now the closest warmthWith the simplest rayTo find meOn the forgotten road.I have led you,Or have you led me? I feel the wind,Taste my droplets.And still,Your nameIs a stilled particleOn my unpractical tongue,While the rain in my heartContinues to fall. I write…
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StrapA few more secondsWithout muchLeft to save,Else for the breath,The piecesOf a bruised heart. I still wait,For seconds remain.Biding time,Tempting crime,Watching a speeding clock,Like the winding returnUpon the broken highway,Back to my arms. I releaseOnly the melted breath,SingingWithout a church, to accompanyThe sheer pain,Once ecstasy. Her life fades,A heartPerceived as purple,A sky litBy coming stormsTo…
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Staring noonDead to the centerOf falsehoods in the sun.Ripping moonFrom the center of pale,Dead to the cadaverStill letteredFor the passingOf paintedRed-wiped kisses. She calls a strike,A final deed to the ruptureOf several forgotten seeds.Hold one hand,Release another.Stay what will,Place her to the thrillOf loving Hell,To the whispering soundOf her tolling spell. She pulls the sheet,For…
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He has steppedFace after deceptionOf curve,To smiles, never genuine.He has lost his egoWith the strengthThrough trembling hands.The building of empires,Gone rotten. How much detachmentCan surface the fish,Settling its scales upon the curveTo the tyrant’s shore? How many wishesBecome frozen,Within the birth of life’s own freedom,As tyranny becomes adored? Oh, where love shall hold shape,Straight as…
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Come here,Dig deepYour face in the grain.I spill the salt, to stay the wound.A memorial to painRemains a grave too heavy.Solace is to every moon,A bleeding momentNot to dawn, too soon. Pleasure becomes sanitized,The salted stepUpon the ice-covered foresightWhere winter buriesHearts so close. A pain cleansedBy faces, where kisses lastIn the stingOf all to burnWeeds…
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There is much for the weightOf ever-greater historyBound to the strings, forever playedOn the instrument of her heart. Her head.Nectar, to the lips,Short in syllables, of longSentences heaved from heavy sighs.Taking too long to read a book,When made for breaths of the shoresThat rock the last of abandonmentScurrying from her unborn mind. There are virgin…
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The floors miss the fallOf each thing concealed, and allWe had to make the mistakeOf something elseWe both lived for. Under youthful bodies,Living among the swarm,The piercing tempestBleeds into hearts that bled outTo the lilacs among the roses,The thorns upon the meadowsWhere sighsField between the stems, the bladesOf grass that cutOur breath short. I worship…
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I cannot countEach raindrop,Each fallen petalFrom your unabashed eyes.You wield such guiltWith eternal freedom.A crown of ebonyHolds your neck up high. What are these rosesUpon a folding of papers?They have more wordsThan I could recollect.No more sinister trophiesOf death,Will I dream for you,Will I will for you. Oh, tired angel,Destroyed of wings,Though young of heart.You…
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Hold me upBeyond my strength,For this fortress leaks purity,Dedicated for you.Leaves blow in synchrony,Adding to your decrepit shape,Beyond the legendOf your dying wind. I can see the passersbyOf blinded eagles, digging with wingsTo the burning touchOf your fingers, drenched in shatteredRemnants, of your bold, red heart. They are swirling, overhead,Dancing with feathers, consuming sparrows,Bleeding from…
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Hidden raindrops,The countless currentsResplendent in the eyes,Awakened with the sun.I am in your gazeAs just a picture, missing its frame,Just a man, without his name. Just a bruise with nothing meantTo cover the inward wound,For I have lost myself in the sandWhen giving treatmentTo your birthUpon the bloody shore. Holding handsWith the ever-growing mightOf this…
Modern Romanticism 