Poetry
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StrapA few more secondsWithout muchLeft to save,Else for the breath,The piecesOf a bruised heart. I still wait,For seconds remain.Biding time,Tempting crime,Watching a speeding clock,Like the winding returnUpon the broken highway,Back to my arms. I releaseOnly the melted breath,SingingWithout a church, to accompanyThe sheer pain,Once ecstasy. Her life fades,A heartPerceived as purple,A sky litBy coming stormsTo…
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Staring noonDead to the centerOf falsehoods in the sun.Ripping moonFrom the center of pale,Dead to the cadaverStill letteredFor the passingOf paintedRed-wiped kisses. She calls a strike,A final deed to the ruptureOf several forgotten seeds.Hold one hand,Release another.Stay what will,Place her to the thrillOf loving Hell,To the whispering soundOf her tolling spell. She pulls the sheet,For…
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He has steppedFace after deceptionOf curve,To smiles, never genuine.He has lost his egoWith the strengthThrough trembling hands.The building of empires,Gone rotten. How much detachmentCan surface the fish,Settling its scales upon the curveTo the tyrant’s shore? How many wishesBecome frozen,Within the birth of life’s own freedom,As tyranny becomes adored? Oh, where love shall hold shape,Straight as…
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Come here,Dig deepYour face in the grain.I spill the salt, to stay the wound.A memorial to painRemains a grave too heavy.Solace is to every moon,A bleeding momentNot to dawn, too soon. Pleasure becomes sanitized,The salted stepUpon the ice-covered foresightWhere winter buriesHearts so close. A pain cleansedBy faces, where kisses lastIn the stingOf all to burnWeeds…
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There is much for the weightOf ever-greater historyBound to the strings, forever playedOn the instrument of her heart. Her head.Nectar, to the lips,Short in syllables, of longSentences heaved from heavy sighs.Taking too long to read a book,When made for breaths of the shoresThat rock the last of abandonmentScurrying from her unborn mind. There are virgin…
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The floors miss the fallOf each thing concealed, and allWe had to make the mistakeOf something elseWe both lived for. Under youthful bodies,Living among the swarm,The piercing tempestBleeds into hearts that bled outTo the lilacs among the roses,The thorns upon the meadowsWhere sighsField between the stems, the bladesOf grass that cutOur breath short. I worship…
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I cannot countEach raindrop,Each fallen petalFrom your unabashed eyes.You wield such guiltWith eternal freedom.A crown of ebonyHolds your neck up high. What are these rosesUpon a folding of papers?They have more wordsThan I could recollect.No more sinister trophiesOf death,Will I dream for you,Will I will for you. Oh, tired angel,Destroyed of wings,Though young of heart.You…
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Hold me upBeyond my strength,For this fortress leaks purity,Dedicated for you.Leaves blow in synchrony,Adding to your decrepit shape,Beyond the legendOf your dying wind. I can see the passersbyOf blinded eagles, digging with wingsTo the burning touchOf your fingers, drenched in shatteredRemnants, of your bold, red heart. They are swirling, overhead,Dancing with feathers, consuming sparrows,Bleeding from…
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Hidden raindrops,The countless currentsResplendent in the eyes,Awakened with the sun.I am in your gazeAs just a picture, missing its frame,Just a man, without his name. Just a bruise with nothing meantTo cover the inward wound,For I have lost myself in the sandWhen giving treatmentTo your birthUpon the bloody shore. Holding handsWith the ever-growing mightOf this…
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Porcelain droplets,Funereal departure,Shed doubtFrom a heart of moisture,Losing gapsTo cross,On a voyage of stepping stones. I loveThe you, without the girl,Remaining the woman.Raven tress,Golden neck,To the sounds of trainsPassing the guard to your heart. Lifted veil,Holy albumOf differing hymnsTo mythical delights.I hold her in darkness,Flashes of momentsComing crossed for our sins. Kissing in the tunnelOf…
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In the plain shadows,Beneath your fallen eyes,Bleeding and dreamingFor somethingMore than decay,As I am unableTo find the fires soothingWith the wind under my feet,And the clouds parted,To see. I sell too many tears,Finding scarlet where the meadowsWere to the tyrant’s control.Loving veilWith beauty beneath,As you crawl under the silkSoft enough, for the raven’s beakTo pluck…
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I kneel,Hoping for revealOf each timeless wordYou never spoke. There are raven strandsFolded from your head to chin.One beauty laid gentlyOver soil, matching grain,Matching stain,As you left with the tides,The oceanMatching my eyes. Thunder presses from Heaven’s cloudsDotted as orbs atop my head,As scenery comes forth from ductsLeaking contents,Aloud. You were true to my every…
Modern Romanticism 