Poetry
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I’ve always known whenwe were fleeing fromever consideringour timeline,the cavernous emptiness,the white-out of ourfollowing feelings.An hour stood still,as we were embracinga different second,and a moment was allwe were hoping for.If just to seeour space, to breathe inwhat we don’t releasetowards the sun,on the run,we’d turn at that edge,to devour what weanticipate.We will always bea terrible…
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A cancelled rainfall.Winter has arrived,to let flakes down.Dropped from a veil,loosened from eyesthat have lost motionfrom shredded sails.I wonder how youreplicate your state,can capture what burnsin your frigid fate.Love will disallow youfrom making that plungeover an inviting cliff,to feel how far youhave bled yourselftowards the sun.But life rewinds youto remember whenyou were screaminginto the rain.This…
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Give me news,let me knowwhen our journeyhas ended.I’ve passed bywhat you’ve built,what you’ve leftto its creaking frame.I have heard it,just I hear yourleaking heart.We’ve given wellenough to the hellwe’ve both endured,but you are choosingto return usto our days,lost in peril.You are losingsight of what weboth were grateful for,putting back the shadeinto the lightof our years…
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We were too lateto find somewhere elseto be moved, to removethe sadness that closedour final chapter.Our fates were heldbefore an early sunrise,while our endingcame too lateafter final matters.You were with methrough only the thin,retreating beyond doorsthat allowed us in.We walled ourselves,choking on the airthat blanketed our flesh,that curtained our eyes.We began to depriveour love of…
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I cannot be oneto receive your mercy.It’s as I’m never oneto deceive you intoeternal stagnation.The truth will hurt,because it will peelback your layers,to keep youfrom going backto your discolored,fort of four walls.There’s always moreto be said. I do not wishto ever be temptedto be the one to concealall you should reveal.You’ll beg for me to…
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I’ve drawn backthe promise I gave,the humanity I have -of what’s leftto give myself.I’ve redrawn a path,letting moonlight shineon history with allit’s unfortunate,degrading misfortune.I’m being carefulnot to turn around,looking aheadto see no moreof what’s dead,to see what’s morefor this life of mineto be wed.I’m seeing the starsunfold their radianceonto numerous scars,as I pray for graceto…
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Shattered glass,a broken starethat felt the needto always beware.While you’re here,what have you seen,before going backto your pleasant scene?Returning to stone,you’re chilling yourself,far from heat,far from the bloodsoaked in your bones.You refrain fromseeking the honestyfrom words,from those you feelat an arm’s length.They’ve captivated you,but they’ve never connected,as you remain breathless.You remain hearingyour faint heartbeats,pounding againstthe…
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I’m leading the arrangement,presenting the symmetryto your frozen glare.You are receivingonly what stands outin the bitter cold.You have your orchids,your primrose,your tulips, your violets,but you crave your thorns.You want what doesn’t diewhen it’ll surviveinto the mashof echoing yearning.You want what you’llbring back to your head,to break in the formof heaven’s grace and bread,and it’ll weigh…
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Overwrite the sealof a heart, inside its ownMakeshift ideal.There’s more to bringwhen light is on its wayto let lovers sing.Merge endless skin,an ocean’s connectionwith distance, as itsfollowing banner.For we’ve too longhoped to want this,added layersto our fortitude.Let linger our soundsthis time, aroundthe waves that pick upour concert of ecstasy.Let limits leave,while vows are encasedin bottomless…
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I’ve ended it,turned flowers intoa grim shade of dust,turned your kissesfrom red to rust.You asked for it,the pale words,surrendering meto abandoned,unanswerablequestions.An ivory understandingbecame an ebonydisplay of overwatering.It was the sadnessbeing all that’s left,for I was leftto raise up the earthinto fragile rebirth.I was left hereto reforge my lightfrom reused colors.All I’m abandonedto care for, will…
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What let cloudscall back our tears?What allowed pagesto be turnedto a different chapterwith the same roles?Written on slate,our story wore itselfwhen a face looked,when a face lookedas barren aswho else was there.Reflective undertow,as sadness was ourdarkening rehearsal,behind curtains,for no one else to know.We repeated the flowof grief, to subsidethe sensations.All went under,as pain went overwith…
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We hold our breath,letting thoughts goin exhaustive exhalation.But some part of usexpects the stormto come again.We’ve been racingthe other, to the finish,running on a thin lineover to a bold one.The tales we’ll tell,being diseased in ourwomb of a shell,means we’ll departthe state of companyto that of an enemy.We’ll untie, to releasewhat we’ve meant to be,as…
Modern Romanticism 