Poetry
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Waiting without thorns,Holding roses to your hair,Giving simplest sentencesFor youTo be aware. Watching as your faceSettles itself,While the kissNestles itself,Tearing attentionFrom the frown,To the keen and fruitfulRomance of a crown. Bending night with night,With rays from the moonlight,Facing sideways downYour hollowness, around,Has made mePresent the bliss of a wildernessWhere limbs can soon shiverUnder the weight…
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Call to meEach dismal shapeOf your forgotten beauty.With halls that treasure hearts,Of stillness upon the wallsWhere portraitsKeep faces, with buried lips,With sadnessIn each of their words. Soldiers passGrim countenancesTo the talents of a queen,Ripped freeOf the fortune to love,As scenery runs from their eyes,Pledging boundariesFrom their mind, to Heaven. Children roamUpon where forests collideIn the…
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Glue togetherA burnt remnantWith one departed momentWhere our hands were joinedIn idlest fashion.Strained jointsTo seeIn the eyes of the otherSome farewell to the blue. I have lived for far too longWithout the warmthOf your touch,Frozen in the delicate frameOf a conscious,Unconscious mind. Wide openTo the sounds of rushing air,Between bird wings and coal mines,Within both…
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WastefulDepartureFrom the moon’s aperture,As tears soak the gentle nightOf its entire warmth,Holding hands with a sculptureFeeling coldness, all around. Grief watches the selfOf mirrored glances in the skies,Sending criesTo the curves of the universe.Whisking scenery close,As love blew the final kissOff the furthest cliff. Somber sculptureWith the rain, of eyesThat never show true pain,As isolated…
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Blankets of warmth,As baskets bring flowersAtop what has died,The heart, said to be stoppedFor the good of the world. Yet, its beat was to stayIn place of the eyesThat took to its ill-white veinsA horrid form of symmetryAs rhythms broke the countlessMiniscule reverbs of time. Its beat, of not the decayTo the surrounding imageOf still-life,…
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Piano keys,A remembrance of everywhereWhere steps could have walked,Teeming brightOn the slow stridesAtop hard sand. Without a smileTo stay us afloat,Bleeding within our eyesWithout a bucket, for a ropeTo measure the distanceDownwards. Tender heartAnd broken heart,Faceless meanderingsTo the state of understanding.Love has been the vesselOn the open, soft ocean,As eyes are blinded by dustFrom watery…
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BurningOf ourselvesIn the same crimson veins,As waters leakFrom the frozen nest in our eyes,To what we see,For all we disguise. FadingAmong afterlife,LosingSoil in the trenchesWhere our bodies flowDown the slope of a hill. Our arms still locked,With hearts still blockedTo see the sunRaining against our burningAnd cold selves.Our movement is a descension. We will maneuverOn…
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Funnel the hope,Bend your naked selfAround the sensation in your veins,And make of a ropeWith sinew and rotting kisses. Place your feetBack to a memory in the past.Hold hands withStraw-laden wastebaskets,For a portion of your heartHas been trashed. Among delicacyWith your smile,The falsehood of the immaculateAnd somber state of the moon,Counting your tearsLeft off with…
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DoomsdayAnd hollow smokeEntrenches youBeneathIn your velvet curtainOf unguarded sleep. Waking and weepingFor the first funeral to commence,For their sounds have left youBottomless and open. New musicSending your flesh sweepingDust into a fine garbAnd wilted cloak. Walking and runningAtop where you rest,With snow to keep you buriedIn depression’s amorous arms. WintersdayIs a silence to captivate you,Surround…
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Lift your shape,Breathe thy sorrowsTo represent the moon’s discolorOf white, fleeting veinsThat once possessed the shameOf life’s great surgeThrough watery channels. As roses come to meet you,While faces come to greet you,You are the kindlingBlazing with the truest grace,Capturing reflections in puddles,Washing bare skinIn the deep oceans. Life-like sadnessWith breath to each fallOf your aching…
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RoamingWith vanityAnd emptiness.SingingA sorrowful tuneFrom a heart,That never did start. Holding handsWith the thorn-coveredTwigs from burned brush,Fading amongDistant twilight,Walking intoA bedroom of old scenery. AwakeningWithout a sound, for a sighWas never aroundTo dust the grain from my eyelids,Bleeding for the eternity of love,Seeing the ceilingAs I ache to know. Why is deathHeld for me,Where is…
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Waltz throughThe open door,For the pain is still thereTo be adored.Sleep peacefullyAmong the dew-drenched petals,Wasted soil for bedsOf churned earth for the dead. I have kept you,Needlessly protectedWith eyes that still see shadowsDown every corner,Across all lanes.While my tears rainAs the skies part themselves,Will you still sing? Of broken stems,Aging leaves,Weakness throughout every boughOf the…
Modern Romanticism 