Poet
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Do not treat The shame with scorn. I have only thought to love With eyes upon the sun, that is your heart, While my mind, the universe, is broken. Love me, as you would love a shell. Just a man of the latter, as I was once a former. Just a man of the now,…
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A far cry From wanting Hell beneath your hands As you struggle to crawl, As I struggle to seal The cracks in the walls Of Heaven. Your portrait is for His kingdom, Your body is for His domain. I have sheltered the moon, for you to see the sun. I have sheltered the darkness, for…
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Here is a place for you, Set down on fields, that through Your pointless wandering, All breaks down, sundering. Fire that sweeps From your shouldering gaze, Autumn that creeps Towards your Hellish, false haze. I am, what can be called Music, for what is walled. You have trapped yourself in your own glance, Broken and…
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As I once dived into beauty’s gaze, As I once collapsed in my surrender to her, As I once believed her eyes to never break, And shower me with her tears, As the ground trembled from her thunder. As I once loved the stars for their shine, As I once stayed in the grace of…
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Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and adorned quilts, As decor falls from her legs, Of lace…
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Drink up, our sweet gazes Staring into that of another. We only speak words made for the glass Of ivory in the highest clouds And the lowest graves. Hold out your hand. I’ll give you the world, Though will you hurl it away? What is your face following? Where is your heart wandering? Our love…
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There are days to sayThat the world can go away,Leaving us from its dismay.We twist stems from the shortest tulipsAdorning the cotton fields.We twist ourselves, the stemsAnd bury ourselves in arms. Close as the world is awayFrom us, in its utter dismay.I am the blood, craving a coldness,While you are the Hell craving a true…
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When all colors have left a heart That filled with the petals Of a different world, It is her, I see With a painted stare upon pained hands That hug her barren shoulders. I have attempted To lick away tears, so shallow as a substance Beside a dried lake. I sat at the edge, counting…
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She sawWith open gaze, upon her clothes battered in the risingSun of a new morn,The night of her dressingUp to seeThe funeral of a man she welcomed to beHer husband, to be a widow. Love, she did.And weep, she did, too.With eyes full of wetness,And limbs full of the tremblingLike leaves in Autumn. It was…
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Everywhere I travelBrings the nighttime to peakUp towards the moon, where each gleam is shown. I’d love to, but cannotEver mean to kiss youBeneath the starlit skyWith wine in hand,Upon cheeks so bland,And lips crossed upon the sand. Where will you stayWhen I have gone faraway?Little dear, you tend to play with your fears. Laced…
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Allow me what you can Offer, to me For I have not aplenty To give back. There is pain that soaks my eyes, That stings both pupil and iris. I beg of you, Allow me something to rid it. The kiss or the rope, To love or to die, To breathe or to sigh, As…
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Let me smile Just for a while. I feel you weeping In the newest night Where the keenest fright Has washed us both of our right To feel content, within our light. Why do we cry? Why shed tears, as birds Made to float or fly As droplets glide Down to people’s cheeks That are…
