Poetry
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Forego this.These clothes were bandages.This bedHas been our grave,Laid to rest in each other’s petals,Our tears, – But no rain will reach us. BuriedAnd cremated,Shutting a casket’s lidOver our closed eyes.A cover,A storyConcealed, without memory.We forget, in bliss.Death reaches us, upon the kiss. Touch of Iscariot,With denial that love, from aboveBled us dry. We burn…
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Stir the eyesthat roam, the handsthat seethe plain viewof something Somatic. Entertain with nightsof naked breast,open arms, closed caress. Wipe tears from bandaged eyes. Wait for me as I fall from skies. Your arms were never smoother,while our oceans are calm. I retreated from winter,in its decay.With entrance to your fire,I return to stay.
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Sordid angel stirs, before her coffinis lowered into the soil she bathed within. Dirtied upon the crying smile. Caretake, until she takes waterto create the drought.Her love dries while her life diesbeneath the stagnant moon. Small pebble,dilated in the dark skies,embraces her ocean,pulls her up for a moment more,before letting go. Scorned angel weeps,signals her…
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Dirtied rose painted by misfortune.A sun and a moon between thestained clouds, – brandishing their discontent,watching from afar,loving from a distance. I kept holding while you wept,slipping from the tears in your hands. Your tragic eyessaw the skies,while I waited for theburning caress,closest to the comfort ofa morning. Standing or sitting. Never laying near your…
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Hands to the eyes.Signals to the tragedyforwarded with lights.We are blindedwhile crying for no shoulderto stop us. Collision is inevitable. Winter is inconceivablefor what will be written insnow or ashes. White-out in the debris.Onwardwe will not stop.The brakes never workwhen hearts do not even yield. We were produced from thin air. We will remain damagedon…
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Beautiful sting.Water in the bucketmeant for the drinkspilled on the roadwith the tearssoaked in the accident. While we are livingin the wilderness.Open, from afar, – watching connections come apartfrom colorful impact to oceanic embrace. Some travels are forgotten,some are fatal,some do get lost with fearin the eyes of those who still steer,who still hold hope…
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Don’t run, don’t hit,don’t abandon the prize of a hearttorn to the ribbonsit was wrapped in,it was waiting in. Washed in the bloodboth our visions shared. All eight of our limbs,embracing as the spider,as the liarwith insects crawlingbetween us. Living in ruins,walking on glass from a mirrorwe were glancing in,seeing something breaking in. A shadow…
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Take life, wake life.Bleed hope as the riverFor you to drown into something new.Come up,Wake upWith ever beautiful music to your voice.Leave tears in your footsteps,With light in your roots. Tell the ghosts to cripple themselves,Speak to the lakesYour defeat of a shadow.Tell the new snow to raise blossoms,Give the clouds back their rain. Will…
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SacrificeLittle leavesIn the streets, sidewaysOn the eyes dropping tears,Burning fingersInto the signatures, where winter wrapsWarmer than the sun on fire. Seeing your flickerDance to the silence.Something or someone,A heart or a boneCuddled in your ashes, a funeralFor a dear memory. Live again, into freedomWhere your wings grow back to Heaven.Are you still an angel? SacrificeThe…
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Walking beneath, betweenyour falling sunrise, your barren scene.Tasting soft petalslaid upon your wrists,forging tears into precious metalsto construct the familiar homethat never felltowards these pacing feet. How to love, the same to come beneathyour eyes, in the gathering storm.This heart in the wind, this face forlornin seeing you collapsed near to me. Having held you,…
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Sweptbeneath a tide of rugs.Left leakingwith clouds sailing nowhere.Each sunsetbleeds for the purple weather,the blues that stain you,the silverthat crystallizes you. I have filtered outall eyes,except for mine.The sheets we tear apart,the quilts that smother,the pillows where we layour breathless lips.To love, even in the stormswhile you keep leavingblack eyedrops as broken signatures. I stayto…
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Hell for her.Her symptoms, synonymousInside complex falsehoods.Buried eyesUnder clouds, for coffin-lids.Wiped wood, withVarnish that bandages truthIn the gleam that stained her cheeks. Walk aroundCold, remain the warmSight upon her fractured hourglass,Weeping to the same sprinklesOf waterFrom some unknown storm. Love leaves herTorn, among thickets and bracketsEncasing her name,Weeping for her, waiting for shameTo be the…
Modern Romanticism 