Poetry
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You areEvery moment mattering,Against the distant chimes,The bellsFor the sake of timeThat quits to a departureOf life against its toll,The knell. Can life pour inAs the light, so sacredThat the cold might meltWhile the windCarries me, with you in these armsThat have discarded piloted dreamsThrough the echoing dark? A chamber in these oceans,A round in…
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Red with the paint,Death upon a canvasMocking the life to whichWe hold, with finalityTo every sworn vow. Can we escape,Can we runWhile holding the otherIn manacled arms? Kisses sweet, as the rain,Not as the stainsRunning from your lonesome gaze,Tired with the feeblenessYou attract to every stepDeath will take. Hold your ghost,Not your light,To make of…
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Sad notesEcho a choir for the sakeOf defeat,As winter stains a haloAbove a neckWhere no head resides. Let me summarize,Let me fathomThe failure of a living ghost,A singular gestureTo state the end is crawling nearUpon my hollow neck. Faces resembleNo curves to this flattened space,As one void trembles me,Whimpering to the sadness,Sending seeds overboardTo wash…
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There is a way to love,A face to stealFrom dying momentsUndressed in the sunrise.Count your stops,Hold your pleasures close,The raindrops are stingingYour precious cheeks. There is a wayTo be certainFor moments, uncountableAs dust,As those momentsBoth yearn and crawlFor the same state,Our bleeding salvation. I placeA guard to your heart,Holding us, against the worldWith its woes,Among…
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Finding the springDrenched and clottedIn unclosed eyes,Hearing youDown long passagewaysIn my tumbling mind,Gathering mossTo your dying expression. Find what killsThe emptiness unclothedIn your sobering heart.Once to drinkOf lust, in its unending voyageAcross miles of skin,Sending devils roamingAbout in unshaved sin. Gather togetherRaindrops that spill sidewaysFrom clouds that mock your intentTo seek the answer within the…
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FeastUpon wandering notes,Taking elsewhere walksAbout gardensDense,Wrapped in a veil of vines,Facing the blankness of a great eveningWhere teeming sadness runs,Motions a great sprintTo the places where arms collapse. FeastUpon the grief I keep,Noting my eyes upon the sunlightAs meaningless.Blood churns in my heartWithout solace.To the reverberations without silence,For not a momentWill clocks come undone of…
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Wandering handHolds a page, torn from a book,Hides a face,Torn from this world.Her tears,Droplets of a withering spring,Concealed by the ash,Diluted in fog. Can shePull apart,Rainbow from rainbow,A nest of gold for her heartTo wallow? A scenery bleeds,Gently through the morn,Fading sadness into kisses,RemembrancesOf seconds shared, with no hold. Passed from this world,To make another…
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UnderscoredTo a phrase, for repetition’s sake.Light a candle near toYour bedside,Draping your hair overEmptiness in my arms.For you breathe,No more. What loveBurned deeper holes in the scars,Left upon the moon?What silencePangs a dread through to me,Once with love’s divinity? Your eyes,Concealed of truth,For tiredness has made them closedOf lids to shelter themOutside of song,Escaped from…
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What dreamSparkles such radianceFor eyes to see,For senses to believeThat love can be true by the milesI take, with your hand in mineTo explore, the extent of you? Believing ourselvesSelfish, by discarded trust,Helpless,As enemies to dust.What have weOther than for the vision we seeWith two eyes, beholding destiny? Not one moment moreTo your lips,For we…
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TransfixedBy thy guiding stem,Bending in foldsOf skin, to curves saturatedBy the beads to a hot night,Receded by my cold breath,Lawful in your breadth. Caught of winds for vapor to my nostrils,To my lips,Climbing your formTo the peak of Heaven’s self. Just a child,Am I,With finality to my every word,Just a syllable lost to the floor,Where…
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Bless your curse,Sweet one of no remorse,The love between you and IHas come crawling short.We danceWith fervency to mimic a void,Of attire made in blackTraces to what we lack. Loving you,Beauty of nearest shore,Has been a harmonyIn a heart of my own,Hurled forth to be shown.Now from emptiness’s hollow stream,Comes solace through a gentle gleam.…
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One world,Too smallCannot count the radiant teardropsCreating rivers upon my cheeks,Bountiful in the lakes they create,By one loveKept to broken roomsOf silence, left to weepingFaces I show you not,Too demonic to bare,Too forceful to share. I hold a wound,A crevice that will not close.Your love has been there,Your dream has come aware,A moon has replaced…
Modern Romanticism 