Poetry
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Our entire empirehad its long run,with tears at its feet,with our bodies coveredin fallen snow.Finally. The spell endedits incomplete phase.We carefully move awayinto another timeline,where words won’t beprayers for our fight.Submission helpsto see the sunset.Failure aidsthe mind’s recognitionof the evidenceit can abandon.We’ve split the road,the same with the bill,the price to payto be on our…
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This story from ourmulti-colored historyrepresents the commitmentof our crime,of our time.We escaped a prisonour heart had builtfor us to remaincontent, confined.We despaired for relief,even for a secondto see the reason whywe entered to belong.In love, we shoutedfor Heaven to hear us,whenever we weresmothered inside.In life, we learnedwhat loneliness hasto echo onto us,to anticipate with us.Surrounded…
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I recount those timeswe could see,we were believingthat our smilesgrew from fragrancenot of our sores,not of our exhaustion.This time, we grieveover these pieceswe give awayto those who’ll tryharder than us.This time, we disbelievein all that went right,dragging our namethrough the mireof our miles.If such bitter tearscould refrain our tragedyfrom being our grace,what can we be?What’ll…
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In seeing you go,I’m buried in snow,I’m hearing wordsI can’t reject,I cannot burydeeper down.They come upwith a whirlwindto sendan old starback into a void.Cure meor deplete me.Deny meor mind me.I want nothing lessthan the ticketto be accompaniedto an undeservedpiece of Heaven.Light has frozenon this planeof a consciousmisunderstandingof existence.Darkness is a memoryof a tomb, a wombI…
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There’s a fieldwe cannot avoid,where we must connectthe right dots,to form the lines,the wide curvesthat shelter us.Under a stormwe drowned in a longstate of rehearsal.Under dark sheets,we had meltedinto mere turbulence.There’s more for this,for one solitary spaceto land a kiss,to hear what our heartsquake for.We need not leave dust,form rust on awkward,fatal angles.We need not…
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Rewriting our historyrequires more,more than we want,than we need,to discover that fateis more mercifulthan we thought.Our expressions betraysuch pain that doesn’t dieunless we hideunder a curtainof stark gray.To be neutralin the gift of consequence,within this wide swath,grants us more bloodto stain our fingers.We must be honestnot for a crowd,but for the gardenthat begs to burst…
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Never took a chanceto offer upall I’ve given into,to loosen teardropsbegging to be free.I’ve landed only stoneson hard floors,choosing to keep tightthis throat, the wordsI want someone,besides myselfto hear.Hear me when I hearwhat my heartbeats fear,paralyzing mein a constant intakeof suffocating doubt.I dream what I’ve seen,of ghosts in hallways,when a star goes dark,as a face…
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Blistering, thorough,concealing our remainsin the hushof fallen ash.We wanted deliveryof our remorse,while wishing for a floodfor all we nourished.We couldn’t have both,drifting sideways,deciding in our waythat our eternityis our sentencing.The light we extinguished,the presentation we dissolvedturned us into forever,in the ever-approaching memoryin what leeches us.These sounds are fire,our worship of a timewe believed we were…
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I dread what goes forward,carried by empty wagons,leaving marks, dragging onthis evidence of toil.Life dried me up,after I buried her near.Love tied me upwhen I welcomed fearas a guiding lightinto the dark.I face what lingers inward,concealed under ruinsof no one’s making.There are seats,there are portraitshung upon wallswhere no one, besides medecides to walk,means to follow.There’s…
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Warming eyeshave examined me.You’ve seen everythingI couldn’t believe,when drowned beneathdrenching sunlight.For wounds to berevealed when they bleed,I have been open,after being opened.It wasn’t enoughto know what to do.There wasn’t muchfor me to commit to.But you see what I don’t,dressed in your immaculate,snow-covered bandages.You’ve been to the bottom, when you exploredwhat few people find.You’ve come up,while…
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A barren trailhas dragged behind,waiting for what Iwill unwind.A face, it pullsmy perception aheadto confront a constant,poignant pressurefrom a wound.A flickering,dismembered memoryis what I’ve chased,backwards on a path,retreating into thorns.I’ve been allowingoceans to combine,days to get longer,futures to climbup high,for a plunge.I must depart from it,with torn, twisted sailsguiding forth what Ihave left inside.I must…
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I toss asidecountless grains,from the spaceyou reside.I’m hoping to forgetwhat you mean to me,bleeding underthin blankets.Tears are difficultto swallow,as they set aflamemy unwashed tongue.I’m soiledin what I speak,repeating a tragic talefull of silhouettes,translucent faces.I’m roilingin these thoughts,clouding all judgment,smothering honestyamong filtered scenery.If I can’t undo you,I’ll hope to hideamong scattered ash -the burned pagesof an…
Modern Romanticism 