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Two shadows,Facing forwardNow leave a black stainIn the white sandUpon this crippled shore. No movement,No leaves descendFrom the cloudless Heavens.God has lifted an angel,Has descended a beast. Our deathsHave blotted the grains,As tears come forthTo birth an ocean,Solid of ebony. Her face,Once held in my hands,Has now been encrustedWith gems of greatest sheenOf eyes, loving…
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The darkIn your field of visionSoars us.We are asStars to this hateful galaxy,Leaving wishes upon the roaming nightWhere space collides with space. You loveWith each song releasedFrom your ink-dipped tongue,While the black in your stareAllows us to wander,Allows us to be awareTo the melting snowCreating puddlesFor our sorry expressions. I can see the sadness we…
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Pule,He does,Beside his mother, forever.Just a cold bedWith his tears turned to ice,Causing lakesTo roamFor the village’s consumption,Melting with his dying life,Fevered by melancholy. Can sheHold the winds, together,With another pair of arms?She holds him,A kiss to warm his head,A face divine as the dustAtop her shoulders. Will heCry loud enough,That the world might hear?A…
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Lifting your tressesAgainst your feeble forehead,For you have slept in darknessAway from the kiss.My love, why haven’t you awakenedWith eyes to see mine?Your face, a sure signThat something is blind.A brand for you,This kiss will beUpon the blueWeathering of your eyes. I press my handsAgainst curved shoulders,Call you against meTo swim among the currentsThat race…
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There is a song,Ghastly and mightyThat draws a scepter to its chant,A love to which might not riseWith her eyes against the grainOf a salient sky.Her hands hold her heart,While her legs are crossedTeeming with fruit,Yet bloodless. I deny my grief,As I have begun to sleepA few moments moreThan ever before.Worlds have begun to shiftIn…
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Put your lips atop mine,As vapors twist in your mouth.Heal your heart, with my touch,Folding your stare against the wind.Close your eyes for just a moment,Allow wind to enter wind,As love takes shelter in love,As pain finds humility in rain. I hold your handIn the naked night,Loving you where tearsHave spilled down our cheeks.We face…
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Place your scars upon the rocks,Stream your wet eyes against the shore.Hold your nose closeTo breathe the starsThrough your yearning heart.I want to love what cannot be lovedBy the world,For they have felt you wrong,As I have made you right. Take your eyesTo the sun,Drown them in collapsing oceans,Wash them in drenched earth,Comprehend what beauty…
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I holdWhat seems to beTime’s cruel carelessness.A hand that masks itselfUnder coats,Though wasn’t the cold to trembleHis fingers,But fear. AgeWants him to moveTo a placeWhere a future can proveEverlasting.A broken man,A hollow manWho stains the air with his stare,Sunken in sickness. LoveMoves him to a placeWhere slowness breathes for him,Fading him,Keeping him in the armsOf…
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TirednessSpeaks more upon the sunken lips,Than the grave to welcome himUnder the iron that has stilledLike the halting train.For I feel no pulseTo take him onPast the feathers in his eyes,Past the weather on his cheeks.For all peace,With every morsel of his ageHas lasted himUntil breathing momentsCome undone. LakesWith canoes to ripple us pastCertain moments…
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Among where buried leavesLeave patterned trails,Among where colors are keptIn scattered storms,There is a kiss to which I know you,As there is a life for which I found youTo be locked in my swollen heartFinding solace,Discovering hope. Among where stillness is rottennessLeaving broken fragments,Among where colors are the endearmentOf a thousand raging hours,There is a…
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Like the ocean,I dry your eyes.Not so much like the river,And not so much like a lake.For before there is a stream,And before there is a puddle,I dive. I dive to find your mind,To ease your heart,Reaching for somewhereYou cannot find. I open youTo the residue,Of the fanned flamesSpreading shame. There should be lifeTo each…
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WalkingWith these colors on boardA flaming ship,With tactile remembrancesTo discolor my nakedness.There are thoughts woven aroundThe beaten hull,Scattered like tokensFor the painful trainDown the lane where loveGoes broken. Such fragilityTo set apart the stonesFrom the empty leaves,Wilted into disarray.Torn and shatteredLike the steps to makeUpon the immaculate sand,With words running like foamFrom my mouth. Burying…
Modern Romanticism 