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Can you lose the lightBefore I go onWith the womb I shelter myself in,With the hollowness I place my voice?Your tears stream a river for my defeat,Down beneath the crevices,Further down to the undertowingNature of these footsteps. I blow dark kissesThrough the ignited blue,I want to seek guidanceFrom something brand new.I shelter myselfIn a void,Forgotten…
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Just a handLet loose from the palm,Kissed to many a rainThat had fallen from eyes meant to see stars.He watched her fade,Staring with a wandering soul,Wondering eyesSo rounded by ringsTo a beauty that remained eternally young. A world within himself,Homesick,FalteringBeneath waves that carry canes. He shall beMore crippled without her near,Still holding the blue upright,Still…
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StareWith all your gleaming spirit.EmboldenThe ripeness of a flower’s petals.Your irises speak to the orchids,As your pupils whisper to the sun.No blindness,Just color,As would be of your soul. I am enamored,GatheredBy the remaining droplets of joyThat hum down your cheeks,As you fall to my arms,Catching the many pleas,Within the fewest seasThat set a calm tide…
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Wet your lips,Dear one,I am about to drown in your blueStardom.Divine one,I am here to caress your wings,I am here to open youTo humming breaths. Sweeten your dreams,In your sleep.You live in the hollowness of a playing world,Stealing stones for the fallen boughs,To break the words.You liftBricks to make your fortress,While I aim to kissIn…
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My love,How could I departFrom the wind that sets my sailsTo glide?How could I withdrawFrom the openness to a moving seaThat guides me to your lightIn this storm?How would I notSee your eyes among the mist?I will drown in your fathomable kiss,Drinking the greatest momentsEver to relate to the fashion of bliss. My eyesOpen to…
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Why do weUpon days soaked in ebony,Drenched in the darkOf moments, apart,Wash ourselves to clean ourselvesStill with the touch to soothe vessels,To calm the spark of dreadLeaving lipsUnneeded to be fed? We are relivedIn our quiet currentOf clear, about ourselves, so near.We dream of glaciersTo cover our cities.We hear the nightmares of othersIn external lives.Can…
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Heaven’s songsMove the eclipseFrom your throatThat you might belt the solo through,That you might weave your fingers to undoStrands about your slender waist.We areA gap too close,Walking in circles,As our eyesAre a future too distant. Love dries lakes,Leaves fish to rotWhile we would have drowned,Instead of walked.Bleed a new river,My love.Lift your arms to meet…
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Open your eyes,Release your vowsUpon this platter of mercy.I promise to never call outTo flaws I could simply kiss. My angel,Stroke your own wingsAgainst the skies,For radiance has lifted youTo the light of remembrance. I’ve been playing with hurt,Reminding me of the chill.The ocean calms me,While your eyes had whimpered.For I am the wounded one.…
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I’ll take your beautyTo the furthest banksOf the deepest riversWhere tears were meant to be shed,Where separations were meant to be wed,Where lives were meant to be stakedDown,With love, unending. Your formRuns wild, with the wind,Streams in the porcelain,Draws from the moonIts shelter. In your embrace,I weep.In your oceans,I seep.I weather my own storm. I…
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Beauty is levelled, Feeds itself a rope. Hollowness recedes itself Back upon the slope. You crash into the dust you were born in, Bleeding with severity. Your dreams are blood-let, Soaking the grass beneath our worn feet, While tragedy sweep tears away Under the ashen rug.
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How long will the stagnant winds run throughMy rotten sails?I have once become eclipsed of eternity,Only to set myself at seaIn your swollen embrace,Full of tides to escape into,Full of tears, certain to be wept.My eyes run with Heaven,And yours,With Hell. Walk alongThe shore,Will you?Envy the siren,Drink of her venom,Her toxic claws.Breathe of her wingsThe…
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How could ILive up to where she sees me low?How could I sunder myselfWhen my voice releases thunder? I break,But I do not fall.I stare onwardTowards the beast’s bloody call. I falterOn the wind,Making my sails tattered,Scorning my face,In the painted mirror.The terrible reflectionOf one merciless sea. There Neptune’s laughterOf my sympathetic drowning.There is Bacchus’s…
Modern Romanticism 