Poetry
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Here, I holdDarkness, with a tasteOf self-mercy.Some illusion has seen me open,Of faces yet to dissolve,Of idiocies yet to departFrom a stained mind. Her heart, I hold,With dewdrops, so wideUpon the rivers where dams collapse,Where eyes close,Where fevers become coldOf veins that build the bridgeBack to home. Of me, I scoldThe iron that melts back…
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Holding outA heart,Scrawled with messagesTo become seenBy the wondrous face of you. Here is a note,Here is a wound,A crevice in the noticeThere to be mended. Here is a space,Held out for your taking.Will you diveWith all your own heart? All your eyesSee darkness in the whiteStars of this universeI have formed,To mold you into…
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Surges of jealousy,Heartwarming anatomy,Fields where lust blooms openYour legs in the brush.Faces that stay in my mind,Not of mine. They held youDeep in arms covered by soot.Wild, as you areThe woman of my tears.I fold a curtain about your arms,To hold you where miles are certain. Kisses and brave guesses,Blood and wedding dresses,Beauty that needs…
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GraftedBy an awakening smile,Holding slender by the hand,Enjoying tunesSet by the choir,Rolling uphill by the damsel’s gaze,Swinging in the swell of enchantment,By the enchantress’s haze. His mind,A cold reluctance,As a place of winter amongThe city’s stare,Or his faceAs a simple notion to be sad,While words collapse against page,Seeing tears caught by the wind. Bells and…
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How many dropletsWill spill from the moon?We have laid here, together,Matching ourselvesWith the weather,The fevers from a fireplace,As you are mine. Scarlet hair,Beaming eyes,Folded skin, over curvesSoft as petaled snow,Of trees that connect each star,Dropping flakes easily as remembranceTo this unseen moment. You writhe in your pleasure,Folding grins against frowns,Feeling pain with my diningUpon scentsAs…
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Outward,Past the rubble,The lights gleam a vesselIn my painstaking handsHolding a woman close,Of her rays,Upon her voyage. Weathered footprintsIn the icy ground.Loosened salt from the rooftopsOf my temples,For I still bare the sight of toil,Even on a day of unity. Her kiss had lastedTo the amorous twist,Strengthening me towards the North,Where flavor comes mixedWith the…
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Hold yourself there,Think not so fastOf things sure to collapseAgainst your figure in the light,While canvas captures,As hands command. You are the pinnacle of all I know,The dream envisioned, sure to showMy messages of admirationGiven thus,Rest atop your breast,Your place in the dust. A dying orphanage, caught aflame,Kept you hereIn your name,For the children spoke…
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Do not fadeFrom arms, wide as the Earth,Entangling you, in your birth.Do not releaseFrom spaces, you might drown,With eyes, with easeOf pain that makes you shutThe world you look upon. Have I been the bettermentTo your future?For your breaths, I have extendedThe moments, the hours,Into a world that never triumphs. The fields you look upon,The…
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Waking up,Seeing the sun,Comprehending the wavesShattering against the rocksOf my engrained heart. All loveIs a keenness,Staring to your shoulders,Knowing the weight atop them,Finding whereCurtains can be pulled backTo empty a solitary kiss. The world folds a closeness about,With the aura of a distant sunWhere dreams are as the ivy,Not poisoned.I caveInto you,Stinging myself with tears.…
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WateredBy endless vowels,Taken to the consonants,Kept to the endings.All evennessBecomes the oddness,Lasted upon your gentle smile,Where wishes become ordinary,As tears become extraordinary. You have a face where loveDoes not remainTo keepSmiles, together.Fractures please youIn the earthen graves,As scenery is to the astute,While deserts are to the new. Your blindness,Your kindness,Feeble of eyes,Golden of heart.Streams gather…
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How often,So alikeThe storm seededAtop your burned,Scarlet hair,With your lipsPressed to the wind,Favoring droplets,Keeping to scorn,Mixing messages with the sailsScarred by your hurried fingers. DustBecomes redAs the lustYou take awayThrough the moon’s aperture,Where once was a faceOf something to truth,Where loveHolds a grail to your frozen lips,Not wasting a single dropOf a design. The heat,The…
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Crossed in brush,Filled with tears,The breaking heartBecomes healed, today. Your face,Once a distant sun,Now the closest warmthWith the simplest rayTo find meOn the forgotten road.I have led you,Or have you led me? I feel the wind,Taste my droplets.And still,Your nameIs a stilled particleOn my unpractical tongue,While the rain in my heartContinues to fall. I write…
Modern Romanticism 