Poetry
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To be stubborn,being tornunder the slightest,discernable signthat enough was ourunwanted tragedy.We were morewhen we wanted moreto cut our arms with,filling moatswith our blood,dividing our statesinto ways we bend,ways we break.Once had been it,until we began countingthe steps we tookto get there.That sight had broughtour hunger to stir,our teeth to begin bitinginto our surroundings.We were dreamingof…
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What’s left to knowwhile being blindedunder falling snow?I’m left to seewhat’s become of me,hoping for the restto get redressed,to be the lasting excuseto look the other way.I don’t want to believe,while I can hope tocrawl back to the past,having an oceanas a dragging weightaround broken feet.I’ve been crying for miles,knowing nothingof what I’ve been carryingupon…
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Swirls upliftthe parts to describe,once you’re undressedto see the woundsyou’ve cried over,leaving half your nightsembedded in coldness.I see in your skinthose old reflections,shattered underthe weight of indecision.Help yourselfto a different feast,letting yourselfcome down to where Ihave made enoughfor us both.Your scars are ample,while stars are infinite.To see the setting sun,you can always come bywithout wanting…
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Once idling here,to correct those echoeswith repeated phrases,filling in the holeswith unfulfilled promises.I’ve hoped to defywhat’s come out ofhistory’s nakedness,the bare leaveswith their writings,with their stains.Surrendering here,for I’ve always knownwhat a tragic lie it isto continue going arounda frozen puddle,an unmoving reflection.Decreasing fame,unneeded trust,with time’s erosion,while marks are leftto look back on,to see what came…
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Lasting lesson,a final wordto leave me heretoo breathless to stateanything otherwise,too harrowed to seeanything else.For I’ve seenwhat you’ve let me,within this whirlwind,feel among cloudsthat escaped lungs,gasping at a sightwhile wanderinginside a void.I spoke what won’tcome back withinthis cave, this mindthat won’t rewindthe facts of an erathat made them bewhat they’ll be.Who’s seen me flee?Who’s heard…
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Connect me back toyour shape, your gravitythat kept me whole,kept me from breakinginto jagged parts.What was beforebecame nothing morethan a memorythat yearns to arrivein the placewhere footstepsare ceremonial.Love’s golden circlehas made itselfto be an imprint of a far,escaping landscapewhere oceans cannotcome through to flood,while faces starewhere sounds don’t dareto interrupt.All that was beforehas been shelved…
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Tears hold fast,wetting the earthin their descensionfrom cloudsbreathed out,crystalline.On the horizon,monochrome is theunformed color,measuring the depravitywith toiling accuracy.I just wanted tonever release the handthat came close,pressing itself uponthe naked sleeve,the heart that meltsupon recallingall it had felt.But puddles are here,surrounding a pairof quivering legs,while I’m merging riverswith oceans, meetingsuch paralyzing reflectionsin the stillness of myself.I’ll…
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You rave onabout what I do,not know whyI’ll end, this way.I’ve grown to seethe patterns of myhelpful ecstasy.You’ve been watchingwith a torch to hold,with words most bold.You’ll judge, even untilGod himself promotes youto be near him,at his side, with no oneto condemn your practices,to breathe scorn overyour faceless tirade.I am evenwith the playing fieldof life,…
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I recallas I realizethat what I lost,during that fall,was more to receivewhen it awakened meto why I’ve ever breathed,why I’ve ever seenwhat something means.You were thereto see the HellI began to burn in,for when I lost light,I added bloodto build up the flame,after adding tearsthat weren’t enoughto extinguish thisrelentless shame.I am reminiscent,always leaning onthese rosesfor…
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Enough timesto be seeing ahead,with one crimethat kept us lookingover our isolated,cold shoulders.We regret the word,the promise we shared,burning bridgesbefore crossing them.We weren’t meant tobe met to be wed,under skies full of itsstorm of sunlight.A glance at a corridor,a sprint down whereall memoires, those oninfamous portraits,was all it took to seethat we couldn’t be.A watered…
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This fateful scar,one from a woundcaused to get youto find reason,to adopt an excuseto seek its desolate,replenishing meaning.In the dark,you see light,but it is therewhere you’ll begincrying on oneimagined shoulder.Who do you miss,or who would you kissto melt all these sorrowsinto all hopeful,immaculate tomorrows?What can you everreveal to the open?Shed your skin,unveil that whichwasn’t the…
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I’ve been missing it,for time has a wayto get me to forgetwhere you’ve left it.The seductive rippleswithin history’s pages,upon oceans that upkeepthe pattern of theirunending waves,I cannot always do it,when you’re not here.Life has its waysto further my approachinto itself, distracting mefrom what I lostalong the way.Am I nothing when I’mliving here, finding outwhen the…
Modern Romanticism 