Poetry
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Touting the sea,Swindling my heart,Forming kisses out of starsYou will birth in a new archOf this love you have ached to see. I call my tearsBackwards, to the slopeOf my belittled cheek,For the stinging salt upon my eyesHave slept, to have settled. EruptYour sadness, into mercilessness,For you have cleaned the bloodFrom lips,Tasting the thorns. I…
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“No man will cry over sentimentality. He will, however, weep when the boulder during the present, buries him further into the earth. The guilt, harbored upon his shoulders, docked as a ship within his heart, overloaded with the cargo of self-disappointment, offers him the curse of blame for what he could not protect. Competence is,…
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Love,With your lips a trembleAs the leaves through the thicket,Run to me,That I might carry youIn what have beenThe emptiest arms. Watchful,WishfulTo each frowning smile,Teeming of the mindAmong your heart. You want this,You want to leaveThe peeled-off garmentsOf your sadnessTo the sea, where you swum. Feel this,A single stroke through your hair,One solitary kissUpon your…
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Rowing in place,Moving a spaceFor grace to be dropped,As it was heavedSo heavily in my unending arms.For I haveAllowed her sails to tatter,Her winds to be scattered. I drew kissesThrough the mouths of porcelain,Holding hands with grass blades,Cutting my flesh with warmth,With newest blissCreating my sceneryAbroad, from the waves. I drew her aroundAs autumn leaves…
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I can bury what I feel,Though the ocean crosses so much.So much hurt,Without the heart to bury a face. FadingWith songs outstretchedOn the complacent shore.She would echo a noteFor embracing arms,Yet silence has fallen like a curtainOver the final breath. My eyes stingWithout the salt to spray them.I keep close to painIn the hope, that…
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This dire veilAbove my eyes,Throws off my tearsInto greater puddlesThan the mere oceans. When you areNever here,I grow an extra handTo stretch from its trembling twins. When you areAlways here,A thin tide erases the currentFrame of broken memories. Simmering winds,Flaming egos,I want to love with freedom,Though I drown with contemplation.
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Rolling anchor,Wind upon cheeks,Loyalty is a farewellTo the skin that tremblesIn the undying cold. Her tears come runningTo flood her way.More words come shunningThe woman into smoke. Feel her heartBoil against the brine.Touch her hands,Having held to her lipsThe feverish wine. Call her by name,Not by shame.Direct her by a way,Not by playsWhere she has…
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Dear,Lay your kisses deepIn the puddles of where I’ve laidHollow, broken structuresOf my imminent disuse.Solace and scornMerges as sunset and sunrise,While a few pebblesCreate the eclipseUpon a surface, most shallow.For I knowOf a place no one goes. I know of a roomWhere feelings are keptIn rotting books,Of worshipped words,A failure’s ascension.Nothing savesThe broken man of…
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As I rememberFlooding wailsOf bitterness to fill a cup,A song for the days in whichWould never cease,Harrowing me. I wiltedAs a singular petal,Driving rain into sleet.A thought to lose youAmong the loss of myself.A becoming ruin. Blood became ivoryOn a slope, where nectarSeemed to remain,Of a roseWhere red was all to the stageFor set deception,Sowing…
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In arms,We rest,Under great waves,We become undressed,Drifting to moonlight,Weeping for sunlight,Carving our surroundingsInto twilight,Of stars that fold colorsInto the unification of white. Porcelain dreams,Faded awareness,Disguised simplicityOf a disused momentUnder the wings of the other’sHeartened caress. WieldingWhat does not die,Though lasts with the nightInto the memory of warmth,Bleeding sunraysFrom the heated touch. A bathOr a cradleSinks…
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Five winds,Count anotherThat drifts youTo a shredded paradiseOf photographs lingering on the pathTo a corroding gentleness,A peaceful sessionOf beautiful weeping. My love,How great are these wallsOf stumbling colors,Falling through the blankest cloudsLingering overhead?Your faceIn the sky, I see,By my open eyesAnd swipe a tearAway from the state. Weep from the simmering storm,The blue veil shadows…
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Track your swum milesBack to the reliving love,Watered by the stormsWe drew our arms through,Together,Keeping smiles on the pagesWe turn,Together, in a hold. We hold historyEver on page one,Finding love in unending tearsBacktracked on the first mileWe ever sought to cross. Oh, love,Keep smilingWith waters to your naked heartLeaning in reverse,Falling upward. BeautyCloses curtains,Nestled thus…
Modern Romanticism 