Poetry
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Returning closerWith each fallen stepTo your empire, beneath Earth,Where coldness suits you,The swimming devils about you.Loving with roses attachedTo my undone fingers,Holding handsWith the sweeping wind,I still reside in the idleness. Knots were my craving of thorns,A beating heart in a circus of heat,Rust upon a mountainSpewing crimson raindrops.Each thing of meWithering to the display…
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Leave your tearsTo step over,As your heart takes shelterIn arms, warm with your longing,Sharing your sadnessBy each gape of your mouth. I hold a hand to your dust,The angel wings that will not lift,That you might shedFor another mile. Evoke your freedomWith the pieces of your ruin,There is much to love,Of yourself, in the grain.…
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She gave stepsEasily enough,Sought for the same symptomOf loud-beating hearts,Entanglement of voices,Secrets bent on broken wings. Love coils her,A little burn upon her shoulder,With empty, serene instructionOf God, to an assumptionThat life can cross galaxiesWhere secrets do not shatter. Her hands, held out,With the remnants of dolls.Stilled heart, of hersSold waves for the oceanThat lifted…
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Laid gentlyIn arms,Porcelain to the occasionWhere summer has set its final sun,As winter has released a spark,A pluming bit of ashStretched over your mouthWhere comes my tragedy.I pull you intoCloseness, once more. Your beautiful, buried bodyNow leaving this scene of entanglement,While I arrange the flowers in your hair,Dine upon kisses,I do dare. The scene of…
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Wide awake,Horns out,With visions of deathBrought slow.You see the vulnerable me,The beast of me,For only youCan understand these howls. Many have tried to take me,Many have tried to drug me,Many have tried to cage me,Only you have embraced me. All sadness, I releaseWith storms from my broken eyes,Saves your handFor the glistening altar. Oh, I…
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You held stonesCold, around your neck,Blowing kisses to candlesTo burn out the wicks.You were not going to die,Not meaning to quit,For you thought of my return. You thought of water to run downTear-smoothed cheeks,Much as the stones to your throat.You thought that illnessWould evaporate to a thin cloud,Soon as I carried backA platter with a…
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FingertipsEngrained in bread,Flesh of the unapparent hedgeTrimmed to the bloody hand,Folding about the clockWithout graspOf time’s whistling flow. He staresFrom sunlit EastTo moonlit West,Watching how Fathers bendA fragile, scarred knee,And how MothersDrop their heads to weep. A cross to its delicate frameCapturing the man,Broken and stone-less,Losing savior’s tears. A callingThat never leaves,While mouths attract flies,Full…
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Holding downThe storm from your bloody birth,As you lost tears in this disarray.I want to ignite youIn the blinding flashOf places, elsewhere you know notOf smiles, raising the tipsTo a frigid horizon. I love to hold youIn the spheres,In the merciless heat,Finding poignancyWhere loveKnows not its origin. So many tearsI have swept,Like grains to the…
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Holding hands with the wind,Hearing your heartLeak between the bandages,For you are as wounded as the EarthWith tears that are set,Like a descended sun. I go with the soundsOf your thumping chestTo courses that move me,As storms that may loveWith lights that break the skiesWide open. I hear a tear fall,With your eyes, set to…
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No dangerMay again twist your features,For no tearsCan mold the rivers into shape.I can love a thousand times moreInto your heart,Though these arms will circumventEach feeling, that makes you. Each tear, you cry off,I shall catch.I shall be the one to hold you,In arms, that soothe your rain,By love, that ends your pain. No dangerCan…
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Return to meWhen winter no longer sculptsTrails of broken bark,Sinew and sadness.Remnants of ways to humanityThat were never a partOf deepest humility. Beneath a sun that never departs,For it always gleamsA brightness, through our eyes,In our chests.Here you shall layUnder moonlit stars,Folding a tear against your cheek,Leaving happiness against the bleakBitterness of any nightToo dark.…
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WhyWhen upon the deepest melodyI can hold youEntangled in the notesThat fall against my ears? I am only ever running watersWhen your song is to hear,Loving as the moon is quietUpon a harboring nightThat carries windswept emotionsAcross glades and fields,Burning into dust. Your face,A soothing sadnessTo cover upWith hands as milk-white cloth,Freezing tears beneath snow,Leaving…
Modern Romanticism 