Poetry
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How else does it go,when promises are leftto rot under snow?Who’s there to turn to,when eyes are blindedby frozen droplets?I am fossilized,left to be foundby hands that sift,by hearts that liftan imprisoned soulfrom its iron shell.I let go of the state,because my arms burned,after my fate floweredwithin disarray.I drank only whenit had been my turnto…
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With the faces of Hell,we flooded whole plainswith our singing feelings,diseasing our cropswith unleashed despair,unloading our armsbroken beyond repair.We held on to knowthe time we had left,until we needed to go,until we would let goof what will be fallingwith the flakes of snow.We sunk our eyesightinto the other’s gaze,hoping that our historywouldn’t be our ruin.It…
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Wilted, our surroundingsare blowing dust for us,reminding our mindsof what fell with us.We’re leaving our thoughtsback there, in their placeto forever curse us.There’s nothing more forthat final wish we made,under a dissolved sun.Nighttime crept our wayto fill us with a silver glow.We weren’t meant to be,but we were meant to leave.A storm will dragour traces…
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To pluck their petals,they’ll feel aliveeven at the idea,for in coming closeyou’ll see their time,one that is comingto a close.You’ll seewhat they shouldhave remembered,during those seasonswhen warm weathercauses them to forget,when rainfallbrings up the colors,the surges of sensationthey’ll run from.You’ll seewhat they want othersto come to knowabout what they haveeffectively disowned,redoing a score,aligning their tragedyin…
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Closure doesn’tcure the scars,even bandagethe bleeding wounds,among all thingsleft unattended.But you were close enoughto be speaking to me,close enough to providesome small reminderof what I already knew.I had always knownwhat deprived mefrom seeing the truthtoo pure to beembraced, while Iam finding my wayback to the lie.You were there to tell meto believe in what’s best,what’s…
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Summer made us gentlewith the storms,those that approachedwith the leavesof a different season,left behind.We’d wiltwith the flowers,the rows of soft colorsthat leaked us tofracture a smile.We weren’t thereto smother the decay,having teardropsbe our weights,holding back an ocean,only for white sandto contain our history.In long traces,we’re forced to seewhat became to beits sudden sentiment,its constant arrivalat…
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You were a witnessto the flood, to the valleywhere lakes were born,where a promisehad been torn.Dents upon scripture,damage onto a vowsteals apart a face,the one that lookedthis way, far away.I am never forgivenfrom having undonewhat I caused.For what’s been dealtcalls me back,pulls me asideto sink my handinto poisoned land.Life is centralto this air of indirection,taking…
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Sideways recognitionfor the uncovered corner,from where fieldsare blowing their seeds,from spots of isolationwhere ideas were birthed,but I found it all to befurther flakes of snow.Lost pages in the drift,filtered words to sift,to separate the lettersfrom the spaces,as I come to correctwhat goes meaninglessagainst the muteness.I’m deaf to what shoutsfrom within, as all echoesback through a…
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Salivating forutterances of humanity,being available forevery tiny hour,every last grainto grow sour.As I bleed,there’s more hereto burn,when I’m hereto turn the pages,to unfurl wingsthat get me acrossthe tempting ocean.I’ll cryfor a thousand years,under the weightof a million tears,waving flags of ivory,when surrenderingto the soundsI’m not remembering.Flame comes in,while water goes outto drag me throughthe sudden…
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I’m waving the flag,the one that invites inthe white side of myfaceless surrender.I keep pouring onthe gasoline for the blaze,to feed what will notrepeat on its own.One more wordto the speech,for the revivalof a collapsed home,where Hell had alwayssought its space.I am speaking in traces,building backthe winding shapelessnesswhere holes are presentto release the soundsof the…
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This state that stays,resurging as a memoryto provide a glimpseinto a world that willnever come to know.It will never come to seethe idea of what solacecan do to relieve.The words that fillwhat’s endless in blanknesswill come back to corrupt,return to remind meof what doesn’t truly leave.It’s all in remembranceof what revivesfrom a bleak severance,as I…
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Burned shields,repressed shadesthat care for the hollow,desolate formof a standing individualwho let his heartbe speckled in embers.I’ve let the walls fall,have flooded fieldswith the tears that comefrom where years werethe broken time.Much more burnsto hold out the lightto measure my footstepsapproaching another sceneto unveil the same song.Crying out, with weatherthat shapes the firestorm,for much destructionwill…
Modern Romanticism 