Poetry
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It is a pathwayUpon another, to a gatewayFor another, towards her arms.A challenge with no alarmWith the tears that runTo wake a man to the sun. Someone says to the final wordThat the shadows are all brokenWith the fade of her.A longing to a passage, a scripture,One fault, alone in the winter. One chance, to…
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A doomed area setting west,While teardrops rise within the east.You are the moon, down upon my breast,Fading songs into the silent feastWith winter’s tears to linger.Among saucers to drooping candles,Death goes to noticeYour crippled, weathered form. I bring up the soundLeaving the music of night unsung.Silent, in the faces wornViolent, with the fingers torn. Death…
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Walking backwards on a trail,Smothered footprints set this sailOn the road to find you coveredIn history’s faces and ashes,Weeping through a blank smile,Keeping Saturn wringing your throat – Fatal in the sound for what ropesItself around each changing complexion,To your cruelest resurrection. You wish to lose all,Bending daylight into the fall.For a face in the…
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Crippled, in ashes,Turned to dust at the signOf teeming hope.At once,Bright as the North StarLeading you, through.My reaching arms as boughs,Keeping you from falling through. Tears trail,Connective and unending.All at once,Loose petals are tossedAcross your delicate cheeks. Tears walkIn the presence of the moon,Still apparent to you.Tears speakFrom tongue and cheek. Among the dustFalling from…
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For fewest glimpsesFor tears that strayAside, for the life of mineThat bleeds a dewdrop too heavyFrom hanging eyelids. For a little warmthFrom a glass that shot meOn the crossroads, of painstakingLife in the fragile glimpseThrough reflection uponLost warmth,Drowned in circles – Upon eyesThat wept for the sunrise,Fell for the settingTo another deceased day. Another drunken…
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Soulless,Pitiable child,Whose hands are bloodiedNot by the wounds from presentAnd incurable circumstance,Though from experiences not metWith a future that creptOn the horizon,Not to the child’s blinded eyesAnd their missing awareness. Loss of this kindKnows no motherhood.A heart that gained lightBecame dark by the same sunrise,When nothing was ever thereTo pull back the stareTo a wakened…
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Do not driftWithout the solid kissUpon the greatest pair of lipsTo speak words that siftIn ashes that leakedFrom eyes deserving of joy. I want to curl your formIn these pair of arms,Walk with youTo a Heaven away from Hell,To a place you were grievingYourself from believing. To stop you from leaving,I will wield you beneathMoon…
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Watching the mile become the sensation,In light of your beginningWhere all roads become the journeyWithin your never-ending grief.Evading the sounds of your resignation,While words enter as deliberation.Weeping stones from melting breathIn all that recedes to bottomless death. An ocean breaks the current we met.We reach the ice on edges of cut fingers,Stagnating the pain that…
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Speak to me, in this remembranceUpon a foundation to her deliverance.Sunsets surround the eyesWhile life pushes forthUpon a rowboat, atop recurring tearsAs the heart rekindles another loose passageFor scriptures, in words, in stagnant fearsPulling a carved note as a message. Wash the stones down the throat.Pinnacle to the dustNear the fallen hourglass,As remembrance for a…
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Alight your partOf the execution.You wield fate on the edgeOf your torn fingertips.You sow to the ruinsNeedless shade.Walking heavy with a false smile,You warm the stormsFor greater currents. Love did curse youTo move forwardPast the sensation of strangulation,Life did bestow. My dear,Did you forgetWe divided the same pathwaysWe connected as our hands? Fragile reachWith broken…
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Call back the reignsThat lifted you, to send youOnward on a drifting path,Weeping youThrough songs that entrench this griefIn the pathway that does not decay. Notes are my showerEngrained as twisting shadesUpon a pageWhite as the newborn sunTo reenter this loveWith everything to be won. You weepYour loose releaseOn the day you resignedYourself to the…
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Holding onFor the sake of sunriseTo blow its sparksOver your prettied eyes.I can calmThe ocean, within,Only for your breath to fallTo a twist against a branch,A limb to a formCarved out into tears. Shredded sadness,Leaves pieces to the fleshI had caressed,Left to their scatteringOn the floorTo your remembering. Would you piece togetherEach tear, back into…
Modern Romanticism 