Some other torn placeWith scraps to the misinterpreted fields,At stages of grain for uncovered spaceWhere the smothered sunRevealed all of bleeding love.A nude back held the same streaks,The same lashesTorn towards Heaven, above –
Keep sealing your mirrors, display to facesSo emptied of disposition towards you,While your wings face low,Giving nothing to ashes.How much can the weather renewAll the fog that deprives you of graces?From the lips that thirst,By the arms that hurt – Without the heart now stranded at the shore,Failing at the spoken euology.You keep trembling with […]
FormlessFor each shredded pieceOf uncaressed flesh,To waitOn the other side of an edge,Bleeding throughEnvisioned, frosted gates,While eyesSend bewitching signalsTo ships, on their turnPast the blood. A face of reconciliaton,GrowingEmbers, on the edge of eyelids,While waves caressEach carried form,From the shore. All broken stemsKneel too heavy.All petalsFall too readily. To traceA signal, within the spaceOne form […]
Pulled about the loosened veil,Everything seems to rainAround this battered templeIn the life most lived, within motion,Exiting towards the estranged ocean.The sun dressed me, its golden coatFor great abandonment from what is mostCapable to be undone, Of decadent time, glimpses to be won,In spite of everything newly saidOf a virgin tempest, where burns fever.With passion’s […]
“Writing patterns and schemes in the work, is a direct result of reading them in people.” – Modern Romanticism We can define all types of poets. Though, it can be believed that the universal aspect of a poet, is not by them simply penning the work, though to write about what they have read. Of […]
FallingInto empty circlesBranded with your kisses,Stained by the blood of your heart.I can reachFor a void, where you belonged,Yet, you still shower me in your excessive light,Leaving love to my arms,Caressed like a whimpering child. Leave my own heartTo the storm of your hypocrisy,That I might terminateAll the blood that flows through your halo,That I […]
UnholyDynastyOf something so unfathomable,As the love from starless nights,There is sheWading among the terrorsTo a place without light,That I seekSomething so meek,In where she places her crownOf ebony mixed with ivory,Though the latter has no substance. She choosesDiversity for ways,While ICan collideWith the ocean’s breath,As IFlood the world with her death,Can sing praises that come […]
To the pale skin,A void dripsTears to stain cheeks that were never taintedLike this,Like how the petals in your mouthEcho your lost screams.For to shower your existenceWith fireWill only seek to end the coldnessIn your relation. You have eyes that never burn a pathFor your naked feet to walk.You have shoulders, continually caressedBy the hand […]
How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless […]
Grief stills meIn dying sleep,For I have drunk too many tearsTo see where my yearsShall carry me.My fingers liftTo feel the warmth of a fading sun,To bleed caught sorrowsOver the evening’s forsaken tomorrows. Some stilled picture,Some glimmering reflectionOf her, in the skyWhere darkness can mimic my pledge,My vowAs nowMy lips are always buriedIn the soil, […]
Oh, radiationOf your head to your arms,You have become won.Like leaves that have met the sun,In autumnal tempestsOf sorry rain to reach the streets,Of droplets from your faceTo cover your hands.You can twistStrain from your eyes,You can mergeYour petals with the gravelAs you lay to writhe. Just a closureTo a standing truthThat you have formed […]
Blood-red leafletsOf autumnal scribblingsShower praises,Staunch phrases,Leave pagesUntied of her demise,Loosened of her chosenLife,And to the grave where sheKeeps her silence,I have grown a blood-redRose. BleedingHeavy tracesWhere cutting fleshIs for the facesWearied by shock,Toiled of the painter’s smock,Captured by the wandering clockThat drowns scentOf blood, in iron wellsWhere I can rise,And she can drown.This, too, I […]