Poetry
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What is lostBesides the shadowsOn the waves of our light,Above oceans so thinWaking ourselves, from within? We have fought the firesWith the tears from our eyes,Singing praisesWith our gazes,Sending signals to planets, unknownBy the ocean to each velvet moonThat commend their sobering parent. Your heatIs a resemblanceOf what drowns the wavesIn the leaks of my…
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Symmetry dancesOn the broken frame of your outline,While sides always attractTo form different centers,Where I may place my feet,Catered to you,Gathered beneath the branches,Held by youIn unfurled twineTo make the circle so divine. Perfection is the cessationOf negligence, to your surroundings.I can draw a map to save the world,Though the oceanWould merely allow lines to…
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To noteSimplistic punishment,Rising from sadness, buriedOf your eyes to see a glimpseTo be all you need,Of a smileThat can warm youFor the needed while. I start to make the bed for you,Begin to dress the table for youThat you might begin to singAll the tunes of that once understoodAnd missing delight. I wed you, without…
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Holding your hopes,Gathered like thunder.Holding your heights,Wishful to forever.Making peace with the darknessOutside of you,That I might be near to youIn lasting caress. Wishing for night to close itselfUpon the darkest eye,Holding sentences upon a plate,Merging words to a second state,And crushing feathersWhere should be rocks. You awakenTo a morning of no sunrise,For I stare,And…
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Loosen your crown,To awaken without a frown.Leave alone the waves,That you might not breakWith form against the rocks,With eyes against the clockOf your splitting life. Folding youIn my mind, where currentsCannot hide.Not from the spacesWhere they reside.Twin worlds apartRefrain from bending to the dark. Little beats of a solaced heart,Like tears that petal downTo make…
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Beneath dark leaves,Above washing soilWhere rain never reached,Leaving seeds to never sproutHigh enough to reach Heaven,For I can see green, where should be blue,As I can see the red of my hands,Finding a heart, that never knew. I carve a spot into a rockTo silence the flow of a singular tear,For its landfall would never…
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She clungUpon barest life,Alike child, who weptOf tears, unkept,Strewn into the ocean’s tideLike photographs never remembered. I can shorten this ropeAbout your feet,I can allot you no more freedomTo see the suffering galeThat moves from my lips, to set sail. Leaving meWith absence, and remembranceOf your curling formAbout the sea’s unrest,As you get undressedTo the…
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Killing the buds,One by bloody one,In hands, folded into ironMarking disaster where you treadDeep in the steps of worrying oblivion.I can count your tears,Face your aromatic fears.The bleeding pain will not causeYou, to become the effect. Your love is a ruined thorn,Radiant on stem,Fallen, to be reborn.Love has departed from your wings,Burying themselves into dust,Leaving…
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Living upon turned over rocks,Making my mark upon fertile soil,Losing an edge for every crease,Leaking sadness, as my last breath.She calls to thunder,She buries herselfIn awe and wonder. Like a face defeatedUpon pebbles that trailAn ocean’sFailing point,I can kiss what will eventually be buriedIn the lines I drawSo crudeIn the nude sand. I will growA…
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You’ll loseYour earnings on the road,Masking your jealousy with fragrance,Radiating the windWith frailest streamsThat could ever extend from your eyes.Of blue upon the blackVoids of life, where lakes coverThe voids of our deceit. How are weThis close to the end,Yet, I have not held youIn arms, that sir deeperThat any silent weeper, in the oceansOf…
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LoveIs the gliding stareTo the endsOf whereWe can find ourselves loving reflections,Like children without direction,With our feet placedUpon soil that runs,Faster than us. Love is where we may be seated,As we might be sighted,Lifted to the welkin above,As we are sunken belowIn arms, that bury ourselves,While the skies above, will weep. We liveIn each other’s…
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Holding the hardnessOf a cold, winter’s heart,I can sing you tunes that would not matterTo the lonesome state of your eyes.Face me,Like facing the broken child,The twisted animalTied at the neck to the fence,Bleeding of spirit, through the eyes. Inside the whiteOf staring blue,Is merely the black of a voidThat was never filled,Was never reprievedOf…
Modern Romanticism 