Poetry
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What a dark face, A pair of black eyes Unfolded into shape. To leave a word in your heart Is to leave a stone in a lake. What can flood That has not already bled? Your form takes, Leaving me to break Like rivers that quit at the bank, Drawn by the wind, Allured by…
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Something dawns, As something lifts The veil from your fractured heart, Laying the kiss Upon two discarded lips, For they did leave you With nothing more to cover you, Until the vows were made. As I can For I have done All to wake this smile In the bright sun of the morning.
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Blackened By the fertile memories Sprouting aches From each side of you, Even if I can undo The troubles that gleam In your porcelain heart. For your sadness Is a mere longing To have something That never leaves Like the rapid heartbeat That echoes off surrounding sides.
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I cannot but Hold onto Your heart, in the dirt, Where your failures are swimming. Your tears Are gathered in my warm arms, For I will drift the sunset To its opposite end That you will rise from the rust, That you could no longer take shelter In the silent dust.
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ReturningTo your unadorned silk,WadingIn frequent watersPiling as rocks atop your eyes,Leaving as rivers to be lakesAt your engrained feet. LeavingThis mortal realm,To be perfect, in your heart.As I see the blood where I splash,Where I bathe,From arms, so scathed,Like Christ welcoming his enemies. I will go to your heart,Leaving the thunderstorms, behind,In the defeat of…
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Everything I writeIs a love poem,Broken of pen,Written of wordsWith my fingers,Once piercing my tearsBack to my eyes,Now to fold pages that never turnTo meet a better day. Everything I tie to my heartIs a poemFor your smile that sometimes fadesTo be liftedTo a watered-down grin.For you still catch the rainThat comes from Heaven, above.For…
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How many gods worship dust?How many breaths come cold as rust,Upon the last sigh you’ll ever unleash?I can hold your handTighter than I can stand,Upon the two legs, marked as two pillarsTo hold up the fortress that crumbles,When your stare from the bare streetsCan leave me in frailty. Dining on death,Poisoned by muted breath,Open wounds…
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How to kill the past,Bury it in mud,To leave the leaves of an autumnal tempestFar behind,Back to where the sunCannot speak to those yesterdays,Written in brail,Believed by the blind. How to kiss your handLifted to the moon,Where tears are shared by the blinding noon,For no sun can see us,For no sun can findAll that can…
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Upon the Hell,Where heated momentsAre everyone’s misfortune,You seem to call to oneWhere hearts are lost,Failures are timid,Eyes are scattered, in glances,Leaving love to the well, where it drops,Like a curtain over an empire. I kissSweet roses, farewell,Over graves, cold and still.Yet, your handIs placed in mineFor me to speak words of warmthTo your crying eyes,Where…
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Pull myself togetherUnder your breathing form,In the circus of your entwining arms,Lurking in your shadowWhere I can melt my smileInto your veins. Like idle crossesWhere no savior resides,I can die, over again,For the faces that never wither,Bleeding and pulingIn the arms of their captured beloved.Pulling myselfDown, under your form,Not leaving. Hurts to love, hurts to…
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In my dark,Where reflections are my understandingOf so-limited truth,She brought out my lost notes,My sacred pledges,Deserted among the strangled ocean,Born down upon my arms,Where I can bleed her,Soon as I lose her. Losing her,Beneath waves, cold as silk,Long with the tide,Curving her,Writing my truth upon her form,White as the porcelain,Glistening as the ivoryOf wilted bones,Like…
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Like fogDancing atop your smearedForehead,While kisses remain steadyTo pull me throughThe keenest kind of birthInto your arms.Like loveNever had a melody to shareWith the empires,Corrupt,And unkind. One ariaThat blew free from your lipsLike red to mix with the windOf fleeing shepherds to their flock,To all they lost.Your captured memoriesLay lingering upon your beating heart,Lighting aflameThis…
Modern Romanticism 