Poetry
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Soft words, and hands cut from the glass, melted on the sand. Wallow, we are lifted to find each other’s eyes even in the rush of stars. Bloodbaths, fights that do not quit their place for eyes, cannot fit. Alone, to shower with the bucket, the rope tied at our feet. Collection, a slow dance…
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Cover me with wind, Your breath and frosted smile Becomes heated, Is greeted, before the miles Of your flesh, becomes explored At your great histories, adored. Wander here – Taken far from the cross, To be within the burning state. Love, at its great height, holds your weight, Crashes you into the folding embrace. Drink…
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Close the door. Open yourself to the fire, The feelings we help ourselves to, Without seconds. Devotion in the engulfing kiss, The waves against your shore. I have entered, with desire – To build a nest in your name, With a spare bough to hang above Those stars, we count, in infinite love. Facing the…
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Breathe over your untrodden valleys.This music in your earsWill keep you in faint belief, Will keep you envelopingThe aura that keeps escaping.Walk your tears this way,As now is the time to pray – For the sun to never set,For the mornings to capture our breath.Do not sleep, do notCurtain your sight with the clouds.Sentences need…
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Infinite, in the unfaltering armsThat were open to hope’s healing rain.With the shelter, beneath stars,Following tracks back to belonging.Here, with teardrops, your painClinging to lips, upon increased longing.Hollow are those eyes,Somber, in all decaying fields.Find your way back home. With fate, you wieldThe rain over your flesh,The stars over our caress. With eyes, you now…
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More than stones,More than a wire to crossOn the journey to find you alone.Feeling your veinsIn the cold wind of summer’s loss.Entering you, seizing reins,Watering your eyes with more than tears,With more than the shallow lakesReflecting your fears. A crow had spokeTo tell me you were alone,Swallowing grains that made you choke.An angel in the…
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Hold onto the wire.Our connection is always close,Even when your eyes will close.Hold onto grace, within the fire,There is never love outside of reach.Even while winter lands its flakes,I will pray from beneath,To remind you of what never dies,What never melts, what never leaves,What never fades. You were alone with the rope,Alone to walk the…
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What happens in those eyes?Is it fire-storms?Is it rain?Is it a wilderness burningTo part the west from the east,To part the moon from the sun?You were beautiful,Even whenNot regretful. I will loveTo come close.I would likeTo burn closeTo the match that startedOur smoking connection,Where particles in the vaporCollectFor our lungs to breatheWith kisses down our…
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Of bluest feelings,Whilst golden, upon the burning horizon.With reddest sealingsTo a heart encrusted with your charm,Your untamable eyesThat tear a hole through the surface.You have bled me, always wearing – My skin on the lips, swearing – You are always caring.With eyes full of dustFrom a broken hourglass in the rust – That keeps filling…
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Her face, withinTeardrops and porcelain.To lose a strand of her hairWill prevent summerFrom arriving at the view of her twin.Some recollection that sundersWarmth from her skin, – As a piece of her, withinRedoes the knots,Can I arrive without losing my spot?To sadness, too lateTo kiss her remnants, with a teardropToo soon to let looseWhile stunning…
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Without waterLove has not washed our feet.Depleted by jealousyAs sorrow comes with the next wave.We have starved herFrom those cliffs, with teardrops of heatBeaming crystal woes. To her lipsWhere particles of dirt reside,Some kiss to taste deathUpon those shouts through the tide. Love starts open-wide,Though drowning with breath.Life stopsOnly when clouds no longer rain. Heartbeats…
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Spit your taste on the doorWhile songs repeat, as hearts pour.Your eyes were never the circleI could perfect, when tears flood a floor – In a space, infertile,Yet scenic within lost light.With death, some crosses are better judgedWhile winter can emptyOur time in the hourglass.Our shoulders rubbed, eyed smudged – From the grains we lost…
Modern Romanticism 