Poetry
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She’llFill upGrand voidsWith a voiceThat never sleepsToo deepIn her dreams,For what a flower I have discoveredUpon a mattress, discarded. Drowned in her darkness,Disrobed in her fever,Bleeding without virginity.Her eyes,Her pallorCannot center itselfUpon the sun. Her hair curls overThe dustWith images that blanket rose gardens,In a stare that could not become awareTo just how much sufferingAppeared…
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Winter soothesRemembrances that scar,From summer’s warWith unbecoming warmth.Only your tears can quit the rain,As only your face can set the sunOn my veiled ruinOf stagnant alienation. I wishFor bottomless kisses,FieldingMeadows,With seeds that rip upwardsTowards a unity bequeathedOnly to the universeAnd its soaring. We can race,We can traceOur sights to the scent’s of each other,In the…
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Facing stars,Running with warsThat never seem to die.Among all our childish wishes,Faces always cry.We never smileWhen we hoard the books,When we can allure shadowsThat never bondWithout breakingIn the light we despise. Letting the storm die,Letting the dark collideWith something other than light.It is the mind that withersIn winterWhen no spawn of rose,Nor face of infantCan…
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Will youNever drag your tirednessLike one hearseOf no remembrance?Will youCaptivate all with another smile,Bleeding from somewhere,I know not where? Will youFall, to always callMe, to repair your symmetry? Will youReveal, all you’ve concealedBeneath the earth, for your birth? Your faceReminds me of glass,For I can see shape of myselfIn the humid reflection.Vapor clings,While vapor rotsThe…
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Caress,Sweet, with eyesAnd lacing lips.Peel me,Peel youOf trust,Let me swing youTo where the sun meets the west,To where dark collidesAs the light’s shower subsides. UndressYour eyes,Of tension,To ease,To pleaseThe moon’s rise,To let it rain its tearsUpon our fractured form.Virgin you,Bleeding me. Like watersWhere we can dance our arms.Like winterWhere we can freeze our tears.Like Autumn,Where…
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Raise your lidsTo see the sun,There is warmth to lift you,There are seeds to grow,And a life to sow. Let your hands down,Let me kiss youUnder these feverish rays. Don’t blanket another storm,And let gravity be your comfortTo my undying arms. Lose your voiceIn the wind,For I will catch it,Cradle itLike some child, never mattered.…
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To sail,To believeIn the unending fairnessOf this day’s voyageBeneath Heavenly sun,Loving skiesBeaming as though your eyesWere to kiss the face of meIn where love shows all destiny. My welcome,This sea where your eyes callA color down,Undressed of torment,Naked in all sensation,Believing in a nothingness,A depthWhere hearts still quake,As silences do break. The forest of your…
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How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless…
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Lace your hair,Trace your fleshMarble by whiteness,Losing strainWith each of your twists,Dancing on floorsWhere your reflection mimics. Dance this way,Fall into my arms,Awaiting when you can smile,Far from the crowdsWith their hurried glances.By every love,By every fallen vow,I take you. Like droplets from your eyes,Becoming stars.Like beauty that never withers,From the frost of November,I can…
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Can you soak me,Revel throughThe midnight hour,With blood drawn from yourNaked lips?Can I row youPast the glaciers to your hatred,To the forests for your smile,Where the dark of your eyes,The red from your mouthCan melt all we’ve left behind? Curtains are smoothOver what I wish to taste,Of blood-red lips,Iron in meltingAcross this flesh of mine,Over…
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To the smear upon your cheek,Have you left a tearFor me to wear as the badgeOf misplaced honor?I can see of your scarlet,That blood can run from your wounds,From the abandoned love in your heartWhere an ailment can be a treatmentTo a void. I want to sweepTears under the rug.Though, can you let meDrink of…
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Like a rope,Your head is sunkDeep into the well of suffering.I can lift youFrom stillness to reprieve,Where your wings can extend,To reach the endOf your sleep. On the edgeOf disbelief,Grief still clingsTo the shelter that bringsEmotion and false pledgesThat mounts a flagUpon your unannexed formIn the wind. What willLoosen you, from your weatheringArms in the…
Modern Romanticism 