Poetry
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Weighted,Gravitational,Downwards on a slopeTowards where I still seek to gropeFor the plains that hold no flowers,As just the dust settles from the overcast,Long as my emotions last. NumbnessOf winter,For this white could not look more black.I peel back my eyes,To see the sourness of the sun,Burning me to stillness,Leaving me open. I run,Though I cannot…
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Hold your head close,Soft one,There is still another tear left to consume,Tragic one.Your belly requires the sustenanceOf an aching noonWhere dreams are caught in the highest sun,As oceans are wept from the furthest gazeOf tinted eyes. Wildest morningsCome upon your brow,For we believe the shell of needless stainsIn our bodiesHave amounted for all,With none for…
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Glistening fogAbout your wrists,With gestures towards the paint upon walls,With stillness to your face,As you laid in the grave.For as your fingers point to the earthen sides,My eyes shower your cheeks.As you lay there to be coveredBy the damp debris,I am here to read aloud the nightIn my palms. Your worldIs regrettably deadBeneath all the…
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Hold handsAround the stems to the roses,That you will grasp thornsTo bleed iron up to your nostrils.Your growthIs a fermented kind,That moves to the blue behind the overcast.You show mercy to newest daylight,Telling the truth to children,Leaving the wires about your heart,In connection to disconnection. I will show strandsOf my hair,How they burnBehind my own…
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She said to me,“Unfold yourself,That you might shed tearsUpon this empty paper.I want to read who I am,Not what you are.” I shed a drop,I fled to safety,To catch moreUpon the pageThat never fadedThe letters, into time. Her death will sink a ship,As I sink my heartStraight through the cracksOf a former love.Where was once…
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Concealed,WeakenedBy straining tonguesWho dareTo speak your name in their light.I am a trumpet too farIn the orchestra, to recite my words.Yet, my tears flow as ebony rain,Washing clouds above my head. They fall.Do you feel their sting?Your corpse is still a roseIn my pupil.I stareWith eclipse to my mind.Blackness speaks through my wordsAs the light…
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What cliffShall send me overboard?I am on this trainSet for no destination,Except to your arms.Shall that be the abyss’s bottom,That is always endless?Where shall I leave myself,Should you ever die? The great washOf your tears,Set as sparkles against the sun,Molds me as the manMeant to lose his legsShould you ever drop.To protect means to neglectMyself,In…
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How can thee seeUp to meWithout forgoingMemorable scenery?You haunt the daylight outOf proportion,Against the wall,Within the beat of your heart’s call. Count the stars,Collect them in unisonWithin your silvery arms.You’ll count the streamsRunning from your closed eyesIn heartbreak.I am the final punishmentTo your world’s closure. Soldiers plead to God of the scarsLeft as countless, upon…
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Alone, I was,Without her touch,Without her texture,In the embrace of death.As Autumn leaves hung,Death had clungTo my eyes,That remained surprisedI had been alive,As I had survived. In my tears,I rememberedHer, standing there,With a drawn complexionSurrounded by shades, by curtains,By the stains of a few moreRemembrances.Death was all around,She sought to give a kissThat I might…
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What will you feelWhen you no longer concealThe two moons buried in your eyes,While you always have cried?I am two petals in,Drawn to the stimuliOf my love.I am a teardrop goneTo the end of the ropeWhere my emotions hang. I do not value song,When I can hear yours.The caress,The punishmentOf my death on the cross.I…
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Lean yourselfTo see the starsBack from the embrace of no one,But me.I breathe strands of your perfect hair,Radiant in the skylight.I let your curves become more than curves,Rivaling the Earth.I allow your arms to swim in the air about us,While silk encases your form. Submit to the sunOf me.Let the moon sink its white teethIn…
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The world hurts,Breaks itselfOver bones to saw the teeth.Sharpness grinds with dullnessOf edges against the rising earth.I leave off withA note that said I cried.I bled dust from my skin,As air crawled from my veins. She has two notes for the heavinessOf hope.I want to tear those apartWho broke our streamOf tears to heal the…
Modern Romanticism 