Poetry
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Still-rain, wiping your drivefrom the eastern route.Enter mourning with the tearsfrozen on an encased face,falling expressionless. Count you, follow afterthe needle can thread a woundtogether, in the night,after everything received sight.In love, within you.Bleeding to a distant current,abstracting you. What keeps the sunlightbeyond the sunset?We wrap, while we entrap. Arms have yearned more than eyes,more…
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Melt into decay of remaining day.Thinnest gravity keeps us tucked away.Pressure builds,loosens the stormto die us from our stay. Welcome tears as shadowscome to play.Why do we enter, without setting freethe pain we have come to be? Long glances disconnected from sinceritywhile the moon distinguishesour trances.Unclaimed beauty without yieldwhile twin hearts were firstto leave heat…
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Worship the smile,that keeps us following youthat every step. We weep, with an anchorkeeping us stirred. Embrace, in arms,walking from every corner,to every side. Whispering songs of angelsto our ears, at all divides. Solaced glimpse to your face,glinted, upon the moon’s rise,when rain can find comfortin your disguise. I can, while the sun comes to…
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Beneath, where the cliffloosens its falls, its running streamat the torn page, of ivory.Water keeps whispering for one heartin a gallon, while sinking. Teardrops, nestled in sentencestoo few when against the border of lipsstuck upon the tonguewith flame to seal us tight. Stolen language, – a funeral, sceneries pillaged,while winter carves out stalemates,in frozen sacrilege.…
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Reversed water sweeping your tearsback beneath, back to sleep. Oh, how I incline to reclineyour form upon deserts,to take the stones where youlost raindrops. Bold in the dark,raven atop the waters.Your tears, a curtain.Your fingers, bars to a sideways cage.Uncounted scars, same with stars,gleaming as gunshot woundsupon the soft calmnessof one devilish sea. You gain…
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Hold tight, as fate was not meantto be yours, where the seatransfers your lullabyto the sky. Upon these rocks, an ocean findsyour departure, your expanse. Broken and boardedupon the vessel that carries youthrough streams from cuts,from eyes being shut. Walk from this world,to the next that departswithout an oar to hold,without a handto bring you…
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Paper-thin, worn inthe impeding night.Your lips had strands of hairas violin stringsto play this dirge. A lament before the kissupon the rock. Devotion, with the oceanrunning fromthese eyes, to my palms,in silent prayer. Steady me. Will you hold me? I was never the weight,while you werethe anchor. I was a simple feather, burningof bristles, worn…
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Something seems to shake A heart for heartstrings, covered in Your scent, your memories make Skin to unfold, Embraces carved in Heaven’s hold. Something seemed to be The unending sign – While matches lit Your eyes, as the river carried – Your heart, while time was harried. Drawing the curtain, as clocks hit The faint…
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Waters rose, with the breath of the windwilting the shore, hoarding the petals.waking my eyes to the surrendering sunclashing at the fallto twin leaves that were on their path,apart from the run,a stride towards hearts undone. Every fall of an aching chest,rusted metal pours its redto freeze this back, over again. When winter is nude,covering…
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Not the train can bring a soul back to all burned meadows, the unyielding pain. With water for the leaves, eyes for the grace of a hip, a mother’s kiss upon tainted dew in all collected memories brought forth towards renewed sceneries. Love explores a day in life, weeping for half, then joy for the…
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Unexplored, to you, our eyes keep foretelling, keep telling of pain’s awesome history. Why do you walk, why breathe if the downwards slope slides your cries? Bent form and broken smile, sing, once again, for the while to devour the ocean. How much rain to drink? How much to the porcelain can be carved of…
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Tears, countless to be counted with fingers laced with boundless sentiment, to your flavor. For waters to savor, where you linger in an ocean I cannot remember, while hope is the thinnest blue strip, above the grains where we laid. We are mirrors to the other’s eyes, an open window carved from the glass of…
Modern Romanticism 