Poetry
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WalkingIn bleeding footsteps,Staying where sickness burnsIn the rubble of our nowhere,Stealing mercyFrom the holiest HellsOf Heaven. We leechWhat we can feedWith kisses, pushed deep.StealingColdness from the remnantsOf winter,Keeping eyes upon the skiesWhere rainKeeps us smiling in our fever,Washing old visions. WarmthCan only hold usFor long as arms can sweepThe dust from our sides,Shoulders and minds,For…
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Backwards,I crawl, to your open grave,Weeping a waterfallBleeding behind,Towards no shore of the earth’s design,To take this paceOut onto the ocean’s stretch,With arms to heedYour grace,Your dying call. Washing my handsIn the farewell to you,CleaningFingers, among porcelain palms,Bending a mind into sadness,Waving awayYourself, to the driftOf waves depicting the partingOf Moses in his releaseOf freedom.…
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Sealing loveAfter numerous sunsets,Curving footsteps backwardsOn a pathTowards the heartbeat’s abyss,Knowing where a frownMust, once moreBe raised. Losing you to a grave,Holding hope by its own threadsOf the garmentThat had warmed meIn the conceit,The denialThat you did not fadeIn my new state of being. Forever,Your shelter is inside the earth,While the warmthKeeps you company even…
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StarvingUpon the twigs of the moon,Dropped from unseen birds,Fed to our mouthsAs fading colors,HearingWhat signs are givenTo the ache of dual heartsClashing in Hellish Heaven. We used to kissIn empathetic intertwine.Though, with the faces that see distanceToo familiar in the arid night’s air,We kissOnly to find tears more consumable,To grow ill upon our mourning. Unstable,In…
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She brought back rosesAll red in hue,Splashed with the mourningUpon the morning,The sunrise of her tears. With beauty that leaves reflectionsDoused in the earth, without correction,With long chimes hanging fromThe autumnal boughs of naked trees,Vulnerability is heardIn the sickness she lets loose. Tears fall upon the red of love,In the same ease as this seasonEngulfed…
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Simple smileWith no funeral for the settingOf parted soulsWho kept escapingTo futures, concealed in the eyes,Peeled back of identity.While she yearned,I gave her a turnTo be final, with me. Before the world swallowsOur echoesFor the cries of the other,Haven’t we only loved? Before we screamIn our closet of shadows,Caressing rose-tinted cheeks,Haven’t we only loved? DespairingIn…
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The day whenOur lips never retreatBack to swallowing tears,To their tremblingIn barren fears. When that dayComes as open as whenThe nighttime breaksThrough, with the sun to riseIn the caress of great warmthTo the cold backsOf the other. Then,I come with great songPoured open from my heartThat I have always lovedWithout letting go. You have always…
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Great fragrance,Warm remembranceOf what once wasIn the fog of ever-blue eveningsWhere you rain what is leftOf cruelty in your heart. Holding hands, nowWith an empty frame,As the spaceNear to me, in the rainOnce laid the porcelain figureWith cheeks as redAs the descension of a sun,With eyes as sadAs the lifting moon. Waking in flame,While the…
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Do notTo the one who barely breathesSpeak of deathly hope,That a future is as malleable as silver,That the unpredictableCan be so formed as the presentWhere the moon colorsThis world in its weeping. Do notTwist the fog towards the imageOf barren truthFor the one with dutiful desiresFor finality,With great dreamsOnly ever livedIn the world of the…
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Hollowed outOf her heart, in the everlasting webThat bleeds out the ironFor tracks laid,With screams buried. Funneling shame through a puddleWhere memories liveBy a circular rippleExtending for a mile,That the train can come sailing. Station stormsWhere it rains in her heartAmong all the notesPlayed for the pain of days,All within the waiting years. One playful…
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It is of no better placeTo surround yourself withDelicate nature, in the bindingOf what shall nurture,Shall cultivateThis beaming to your understandingTo your rejectionist self. Love has shown you a full vessel,While you have emptied itUpon the floorIn disarray.Love wept for you,As you merely laughedTowards the nightWhen lust shall hunger for you. Though,You weepOn your own,To…
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How much are you unable toCross your mind, in the admittance of?Brokenness, to each wingWhere even the skies have departedFrom your wasted self.Each eye,Each tormented whine,As all of your visionFades into time. Of sadnessWhere skin becomes frozenIn the heat of this inferno,While eyes begin to shed dustAs flapping butterfly wings. Walking into an echoTo bleed…
Modern Romanticism 