Poetry
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Bleed the sea onwardPast radiant hands,Past where tear droplets fellIn the porcelain meadowWhere nothing growsFrom palms,Holding eternal kissesUpon the heartline. LovesicknessReuses sicknessFrom burial to burialIn the fieldsWhere pain echoesThe soft whimperingOf another taleTold towards the past. A face where sceneryIs darkened by repeatedShadows, upon the twistOf cheeks, laid throughWith kisses, deep. Hold the Heavens down,Enter…
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RepetitionUpon the flowing curvesFor all blue-tinted veins,To the rivers a man wishes toPlunge himself,To sweep the pain clearFrom eyes that bleed moreFor the ocean. Life writes itselfIn verse,As a man holds his heartWithin the rhythm,For notes that gravitateInto rhymes. He wishesUpon no starsAmong immaculate sunlightTo breathe beneath the ocean,In her arms.To swim among the galaxiesShe…
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Someone looks backTo see me, a man depletedFor the rays of the sun,To each stinging curveCarved into a heartThat beats without the everythingOnce wielded in the bleeding. Her hope,Razor-sharp against the moon,Mournful with that of criesWhen she doubts. A love that keeps growingAs spring’s nighttime flowers,Above the grain,Reaching in great desperation. Cry for the tempestTo…
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Hold this rope,Tie this knot,Weep without knowing whyAll has been broughtTo this moment and occasion,To the face holding steadyThe tears bracing the fall,Upon laps made of stone. Shivering glass in the summerOf a reflection that begins to witherTowards the embrace of autumn.I weep without looking back,Weep without crossing tracksKeeping this flame aliveIn a heart, surely…
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How simple it isTo find eyes within a puddle,To stream the ripplesTo your direction.How easy it isTo drown, without realizingI was there, too. How simple it isTo kiss the floating corpse,Without the soulThat merely wanted love.And yet,The broken heart deflated herFrom living breaths,Now to defeated sighs. How easy it always isTo find her strewn clothesTorn…
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Let it storm,Let it bleedInfamous, iridescent dropletsTo rinse the tears from this harrowed,Torn open face. Wide upon the waste,While sadness enters a mouth,All bitter to the taste. I starve for anotherLike your kind,To compel light, for me to follow,When all that remains to stainIs the past to swallow. A pen with no ink,A heart without…
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Half the roomsConcealed in shadows,Buried in the thought of youFor pictures that would not overturn,For traces of youCeased to burn. Simple tearsFrom a sun that would onlyHalf-way setUpon the horizonWhere puddles are gathered,Enough to split the pathwayOn my journey to you. Blink while the world goes darkWithin your trembling arms,As I will receive your kissBeneath…
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Among the waves,Tears collect, to recedeFrom the glass,From the mirror’s boundaryFrosted by breath,Frozen throughIn the silence of death. Among allCountless beats of a heart,Veins will shatterAlong withEach moment to matter. While eyes hideBehind the tear-stained hands,While one wilted formCannot standUpon a barren shore. Unable to see,Unable to breatheA second more,While the afterlifeCloses upon me. Naked…
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Naked upon the lips,A hush for a child’s mouth.Though with a kiss,There is solitude, in the dark.There is reservation for the shelfWhere history repeats itselfIn blanketing white. Her heart, a diamond,Though flawed.With edges, to the perfect cutFor her skinMade into the great unfoldingOf a thousand moreDelicate imaginings,Behind the wire – Behind the connection,For misery’s resurrection.All…
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I would witnessIn your eyesThe careful arrangementOf one glistening firestorm,Reviving the nightInto a porcelain day. There are pots, here,Carved to the perfectionOf your form.Each of them wieldsThe same droplets you concealBehind a wearied glance,Where the world faces you. There are flowers to the vases.As to the withering of a life,For all that honesty can implore,There…
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What is leftUpon starlit eyes,Where galaxies shift intoWasted constellations,From shelteringConsolation. The running darkFrom the milky whiteWaters the hands of God,Among the fruit to His gardenAs wrath boilsIn the fervor. Passion enticesLost elementsTo run with the wind,To that vacant heart. Share the weatherFor not what leavesWith the breeze,Bending branches to burialFor a thousand moreRisen sculptures. Why…
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Hold this hope,Drown this HeavenTo give to darkness its final reward.We haveFaded along the pathWith shadows crossing our direction,Waiting in the sunrise,As the sunset whipsOur turned backs. As the fadeAlong with the shadeBelieves in what cannot rise,Though with two lips pressedTo rotting skies,As withering angels,We can teemAmong this anchoring gleam,With our arms as shelter. We…
Modern Romanticism 