Poetry
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Salivating forutterances of humanity,being available forevery tiny hour,every last grainto grow sour.As I bleed,there’s more hereto burn,when I’m hereto turn the pages,to unfurl wingsthat get me acrossthe tempting ocean.I’ll cryfor a thousand years,under the weightof a million tears,waving flags of ivory,when surrenderingto the soundsI’m not remembering.Flame comes in,while water goes outto drag me throughthe sudden…
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I’m waving the flag,the one that invites inthe white side of myfaceless surrender.I keep pouring onthe gasoline for the blaze,to feed what will notrepeat on its own.One more wordto the speech,for the revivalof a collapsed home,where Hell had alwayssought its space.I am speaking in traces,building backthe winding shapelessnesswhere holes are presentto release the soundsof the…
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This state that stays,resurging as a memoryto provide a glimpseinto a world that willnever come to know.It will never come to seethe idea of what solacecan do to relieve.The words that fillwhat’s endless in blanknesswill come back to corrupt,return to remind meof what doesn’t truly leave.It’s all in remembranceof what revivesfrom a bleak severance,as I…
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Burned shields,repressed shadesthat care for the hollow,desolate formof a standing individualwho let his heartbe speckled in embers.I’ve let the walls fall,have flooded fieldswith the tears that comefrom where years werethe broken time.Much more burnsto hold out the lightto measure my footstepsapproaching another sceneto unveil the same song.Crying out, with weatherthat shapes the firestorm,for much destructionwill…
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Let me stickto the side to the coinyou don’t commit me to.You fill in your gaps,lost under the burialof all your harmonies,from above.What you’re accustomed tonever gets denied.I never see it,just as you don’t see mein the place I want to be,because all you seeis what you won’t tend toin the absence of sunlight.What you…
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I’m here, holding ontoleftover scraps of an existenceonce unchanged,once unknown of itsteeming significance.I never cradledwhat went outlike a waking torch,like a weeping infantjust about to facethe circling darkness.I never showed admirationfor the little waysin which life carried itself,always into the winter,always within the summer,while anticipationkept its steady rain.I’m here, dispersing ofthe texture of fallen ash,creeping…
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It’s too stellarto anticipatewhen to fall,when to ever callfor much needed,hopeless help.There’s darknessmaking these shapes,the textures, within thisethereal dreamscape,one I say isn’t a nightmare,while it is.It’s too believable,while it isn’t avoidable,the high to get,the trembling in limbsthat go limp,at the thoughtthat wings replacedthe need.Life becomes a memoryof a grave depictionof my own artof escape, to…
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The rose, the fleshthe moment you decidewhen you will die,you’ll retain the sameasymmetry. You’ll bewhat I can’t ignore,to let plates breakbefore they’re filled.For I cannot keepthis unwanted disguiseof another life,one where my reflectionis always bare,is never there.I cannot go forwardwithout bringing youinto this hole,a state that presents meas the questionto your answer.You’d dig your way…
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It comes backto haunt you,in the white of thisexplicit tragedy.All has gone gray,twisting itselfamong the pathyou followedthis way,the only way.Haven’t had enough,have you? You rewritethe description,obsessing overthose details thatno one remembersbut you.Wide-eyed, helplesswhen the world faltersto understandwhy your wingshave been burned.Your arms are bruised,while your legshave received the stainsof an unbecoming crawlalways backto your safe…
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Hopeful gloom,racing throughall this perpetual doom,holding itself liketeeming desperationon our wrists.We bare scarslike a winter cloak,shaping our errorswith all we find.Hanging high,our eyes, out to dryon a fatal cliffwhere limbs go stiffclimbing up, to worshipwhat never staysin wounded hearts.There’s nothing butthe sun, to set our home,with a chimneypouring out the fogto fracture our sightin seeing…
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The overreaching shadowsdon’t curb the placeof all sounds. They don’tsmear away what lingersas a whisper, a breathgoing wild with the wind.It’s just as all tones,all pitches raised, they neverweather themselves withthe face that I see,the world that I wantto finally disbelieve.You have stayed,like a phantom with itsblinding aura,its structure thatdoesn’t ever crash,even while I amupon…
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Couldn’t you tellwhen it had beenour moment to utteran overdue farewell?We stabbed our hearts,letting us bleed towardsa setting sun.There was enough smokefrom what we burned,enough cinders for a homewhere we never returned.Retreating back inwouldn’t be the way.We can’t go infor one last chanceto come back out,with surrenderto our gaze,with excitementto our touch.Love flew its flag,charted…
Modern Romanticism 