Poetry
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When eyesChange galaxies,I shall treasure the marksUpon your buried lipsInside of your skull,Outside of the grounds,For there is a statue raisedMarked with all the watersI have come to dine on,With faces meeting faces,With shoulders finding graces. Love is the cruelest designWhere I find safetyOf you, to be mine,Under the Earth,Solid and confinedOf us,Disused and tormentedIn…
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Fire,Firing,Hurling stones against a mattress,Eclipsing us,Faltering our streamsWhere we move, to realizeOurselves, among the naked vowsDedicated,Before a withdrawn Judge.He, the love,He, the crueltyOf a simple sentence.Words so simple, yet much for distortionWhen the banks of these streamsCan mute them. My blood flows,NaturallyOver a country’s dismal currentTo surrender’s feeble edge,Of the flag, buried in mud,While tears…
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You are the turningOf a clock’s own broken hands,Matching where treatment has been madeUpon wounds so heavy.Your face, the music of my disgrace,For I cannot but leave these ambitions, behindTo make something of better signs. Treat your wounds,Dear sister of a better night,For my own shall find sadness, elsewhere,Other than for such grim misfortune.Leave your…
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I have alwaysIn my deepest of nights,Yearned for that whichCannot be burnedEnough.Of my heart,Where words are the sentencingTo another demise,Outside of the reachOf your extended eyesOf a gaze that fathom the milesAhead of myself. Straight to your eyes,Straight to the sunriseBlanketing the morningOf its gray, Autumn withering.I stream down your long armsTo a puddle, formed…
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Perhaps it could beUpon the time when you are slopedIn my long arms from the moon,That you will live,To raise yourselfAway from the rope,Away from the gloom. Perhaps when I kiss you,The scars in your heartWill become the stars that signalUs, to the start.Though, when I can hold youIs when I shall drown youIn the…
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Leaving seconds comfortableIn every fallen syllableOf a lie,Dancing in sweetest comfort,Making music of laughterBirthed by false mirth,As her hair glides to shoulder-top,While her fingers stain her lipsWith the red rougeOf a thousand misguided summers. For what she bleedsIs nothing outside,Marking where she may stepIs to measure the path where lava treads.Like heat is there for…
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DropletsRunning from the knife-wieldingMan, whose eyes are upon the dead glanceOf a thousand women, moreThan the fields where he buriedThose memories he adored. Cruelty stains the running mouthOnce of audible syllables, left uncouthTo the broken beautyWhose eyes may match the skies,Where Heaven subsides,As the daylight dies. She carried thorns, attached to a rope,Leaving a trail,…
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Finding where sadness cuts off,Discovering where I can beAtop her most delicate of visionBleeds to me,The empires than can be. Watching me,Using meLike little crowds that never walkOn, without being offTo the lights that should beThe shadows that are cast behind,While movement leaks through curtainsThat never did mindCovering the visions of others. So stainedBy the…
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Hold your tempest closeAs the words come downTo your tiny, pink lips.I hold the sentence a foot from my heart,Swearing my love for youIn your dirt, where showers are guestedFor your forgotten face, to the world. My love owns gravity,Placing dreams where onceWas mere stars,Into realityAs life spawns from the absent womb,While strife leans free…
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ForgivenessIs the onset to a beating heartThat through the shouting voice,Still remains so red.No diminishment,Nothing extinguishedOf the surface, where I place my handTo hold that whichI know is the fullest you. For I forgive youUpon matters, that would only igniteFlames that could be only fanned,Upon the triviality of a shouting voice,Upon the battering of hands…
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What lies beneath the heartbreak,Besides that which never silences?Not the beats that showerAs the storm, with the drumming thunder,Not the cries from an outspoken HeavenWhere you reside, for the shiftingOf my stirring eyes,As I might search for places to hide. What lies beneath the chestOf any, where cruelty blankets the memoriesShrouding each step, beyond?What sickness…
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Wash me,Undress youTo curves that rival the Earth,For lips of mineStained by red of your moving mouth,Leaving words to runDown my barren throat. Like falls that are unifiedFrom the starkest division,Of your fingers through the curtainsOf your fragrant tresses,Like the stillness of unmoving bloodCan become the running tides,The echoing flood.For I consumeEach droplet of each…
Modern Romanticism 