Poetry
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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…
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Return what makes meSentence quillFrom cage to its freedom,Breaking as the shellUpon you, my well. Rise to me,Do not recede from me,While I walk with heavy stones,Dragging currents alongPetaled eyelids. Run over meYour sweeping breath,Forming decay intoIts strengthened return,From death. I will what cannotCommence, with ease,On the onslaughtFor these subdued emotionsConcealing all the earth’s oceans.
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Scorn magnetizesEveryday blood-flows,Captures you in the nearest puddleAs your eyes set with the sun.Flown with white flags upon your back,As strain comes to hold youTo bring curtains uponEach spare ray of sunshine. A clear springWith heat that stretchesFor the thinnestObstacle to overcome,The longest rope,The deepest haze. A descent to a puddle,As vapor makes arrangementIn your…
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How many eyedropsOf deceptionCan be what leaves the markUpon the resurrecting spark?We make the drama believableWhat with every chainThat binds us. To each scarBirthed upon the abdomen,For each faded painWe thought had closedIts connection,To seal ourselves into turmoilLost uponVeins in the frozen soil. A lost hourEngirdled in an unneeded,Blanketing embrace.The wielder shows their current,Drawn from…
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Down, you fallTo abode, fullIn your symptomsFor salvation’s call.A pair of dropletsCease their declineFrom radiant eyes,So dark. A keepingTo what is weepingInside of you,The less you give up,The more to cling uponWith departure to each noteYou had ever spoke.To speak, again. Teardrop,Blood droplet.A sight upon what leaves,With no apparent grief.True to heartFor those who depart,While…
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On the journeyBack to delicate tornShreds of a deserted fieldWhere you were raisedAs a single flowerWith petals flown, emptyTo the stagnant touchOf the winds. I will soar youBeyond the last mileThe earth has to stretch for,In the sum of all mathematicalNumerical.Concealed as you areUpon the openness of stars,CyclicalWith funerals to your stare. Gravitate, as youFind…
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For all women’s cries,Maple in the slow rush.For all farewells said,Sweet in the soft crush.For countless steps ahead,Crawling onward towards hope.For sickened frowns that stay,Feeding a heart with the rope.For countless sins inside the play,Against the bottomless embraceWhere endless forms are traced.
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How countless the sunsets.How bright the moon,As we hold upright this cupDrunk from, to our stuporWithin the intricate intertwine,For multiple pathsTo our destination. Adjacent memoryDeparted, from my left handTo the silence that freezes our shadowsIn the mist, within the fogAs the one entityThat remains to kissOur frozen cheeks. How spiraling, the motionsWe abandoned as ripplesIn…
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Here, stories cryWithin the turning pagesOnwards to the furthest future. As a mile presenting hopeWashes ashore,It drifts in our handsAll the tears with the rose petalsThat would not melt slower,From faces and abandoned vases. At the first page,A blank slate foldsTo each brutal sighFrom the laughing ocean.One that promised another taleTo be told,Without a sweeping…
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Let nothing elseBesides the loveComfort us with shadows,Build up our hopesTo the universe’s expanseWithin our non-stop silence.While the moon will attempt to eclipseOur sun, on the night’s behalf,We are warm in the armsThat will last,Wrapped as curtainsIn the bridging veins. With every songSold from our heart,Dying petals will hear usNever faltering to the awakening sound,An…
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Hold up travesty,Wielding the stones around your neck,Believing in the griefFor far too long.Weeping, as would the pangsIn the desertion of you,Bleeding, as could the rocksIn their release of the tide. Molecules do floatUpon your heatTo the senseless sensationIn your whispers.Defeated on fallen kneesTo the cliff that would be your sunriseWere the life bequeathed to…
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Show your symptomsFor your faint disregardTo what is stagedAs the props upon the lake,Washed in velvet tears,A material to soakAll of nothing. Sadness reusesBleak waters that crawlTo your knees, given bentTo another source of devotion,With the submissionThat leaves you to drainYour discolored eyes. The sun never warmed you,With it at your back,With heaviness for all…
Modern Romanticism 