Poetry
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It wasn’t longwhen we said, we would touchbefore Heaven collapsed.I wasn’t strongenough to reversethe waves, the scarsthat would send us beneaththe unfading stars. From the ropewhere I found a puddle,crystallized.From the bridgecrossed, for an impossible love,collapsing for kisses lost – upon letters we never sent. Lamentour forever sighs,our lakes, dried into vapor. A kiss to…
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Walk a mile in your sunset.Draped, all over in the shine,the divine remembrance. With a curtain taken back.With receding eyes to notice Heaven.Twin lips, boldest,reddest with a touch offaint glimmer. Wide hips, frozen scarsfrom some other implement of warmth. Give your new waters, for another dipin the sea that a second woundcould set you free.…
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Suffer, in place of the blameupon the barest throat,where you,the love of mysteries, beginto whimper breaths, beginto savorthose moments, beforeyour coming death. Take your hand, cradle each finger.Recall moments we were childrenin the arms of fertile meadows. Glance your eyes watered of a garden,wide in language, closed in open sorrow.Vulnerable, undoable from a heartunable to…
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In this burning ruin,further streamscome runningfrom fragile eyes,weakened heart. Tell the starsto never count what you lost,to not grieveover the scars, the tearsthat were the cost,that were tossed. Your memoriesinto a distant dreamwe could not, should notresonate for,behind the open door. Walk your arms around. Let me hold hopethat you will face the earthwithout tragedy.…
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Walk this fever.It cannot beas severeas the weather, surrounding usin fog and bedsheets. Watcher. You look up to seethe sun upon your face,as you cannot Turn away. Chestnut to raining tresses.Crystal to your smoothness,though the seaswill not calm. Carved breastsstretch for the cup.Speaking smile with feathered wordslight in the drunk, arid air. I leave winter,…
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If I spokecrisp words to delicate ears,as though droppingrainfall into deafness,would she take to the whimperor the whisper, in return? If I wrote Freezing linesupon the snow,where would she goif such were signals,if such were directions? Hold her,not to scold her.Take her,not to ever break her. Tears are loosened leavesto make the trail. Fingers run…
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Sharp slopeto lose your tearswhether to the infinite ocean,or to the finite reflection. Raise this grave,watered at the weeping moon. Taste the future, savedto eclipsed presence, too soon. Separations into black.Wandering off-trackwhile kisses, once the lightnow the fright. Heaven had sparks.Love ends in the dark,while the pursuit of passionbecome a collisionflinging pain as water for…
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Her name in safest regard.Bewildered to me, that these tearsdrop to make the stones,sunken with all the bones, – ashen in color,washed out of salience. Modest maker of all love,while she burns the pagesat the furthestlighthouse. The rush to the lanes,an hour of hardshipto land, for an eternityin her eyes. Beyond the mere importanceto a…
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Steal you from time’swasted banquet.Undermine you to the stateof immediate fire.In the growing soundsfrom your open mouth,I let a seed fall. Hips have waited,with legs, the growing boughs. You stretch towards the burningrush, in the feverish skies. A kiss, close to your heart,pacing back from ending to start. To roll over, again,as you take the…
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Send soldiers to her.Pull herfrom tragic ruins.Leave the sparks. Water and laughterruns the same breathfrom her shattered lungs. Wake meupon the smileI recognize. Hand in hand, – a dance to create the colors. Fire, with desireHolds her, at the tower,threatens closure. Send those knights.Keep her lifefrom taking the brisk walkoverboard.
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In this sleep, brought onby the snow.Each corner, we weep,driven low.Playing the harp in the cold,staying the heart on its oldJourney among frostand loss. Situate, instigatetides of nocturnal wrathto keep the fever. Oceans come, hands will leave,after the first wave. Recessionin this stage, regressionto the page.Becoming still, the storythat buried those eyesbehind a curtain. Blind…
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Turn around.The sun has risen. You face the starlit sky,counting to infinity. How many seconds?How many grains upon a frozen shorewill your mind become lost in? Beyond my armswhich direction is yours? Beyond the scarlet warmth,where will you turn? Your dreams face a sadness and scorn.Your heart, wrapped in velvet,and torn. I wait with an…
Modern Romanticism 