Poetry
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Since May 6th, 2019, I have begun writing an almost endless stream of poetry on this blog. I have now compiled 924 poems, not including the 164 drafts to poetry I didn’t finish. Minus the 54 poems that I am having published through a local publishing house, I have 870 poems that will still need…
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Can you choose Which part of your heart To lose Upon the path, the lonely road That takes a dive Into the plummet of Hell? I seem to have forsaken myself, For the gift to another. Her eyes, bead back disgrace, In tears that drop from weather’s face. Storms siphon humanity From the melting pot,…
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Lean out your life, Broken, into the next page. The messenger With his scribbles Is so often, the hastily-written note. Let the tyrant fall From your heart, For he has eclipsed enough stars. Will you pledge your safety In my arms? Holding nails to the cross, While your wrists bleed a trail. We can drink…
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How could all Discover where I call? I am merely two inches buried in my grave, In my Hell, In my storm. There is abounding scenery Displaced from this world, Of bones, Crosses, Fields lined with dead mice. She left a teardrop to my empty hand, Drawing herself away From my distant mind. Now when…
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It is that My eyes have only ever cried For you Under the haze of a dying sun’s Weathering flame. The sadness Will show me gladness, Will lead me straight Into your fragile hold That I can match myself. We are two broken figures Finding balance With our feet upon the snow. We are cripples…
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She knelt in the fog, Hoping for elsewhere To take her somewhere, Anywhere, But here. Her curls lifted From the surrounded shade About her forehead, Auburn in each strand, Loosened by each tress. She fled, While she bled, Soon as she lifted Herself, to see the moon. All of love Deprived, from her, From the…
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He heals pain, Wallows in their shame, Wants to conceal the cracks within life, Wants to hold the world upright. He turns it silver, As his tears in the moonlight. He holds a candle to the dim barrage Of a halo above it, To the moon, at its summit. He holds the empty pages For…
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Can you see? Oh, God, Can you see How the waters travel from people’s eyes? They curl against walls, Against the passersby shadows, To make rivers from their snaking movements. Rivers run To the ends of roads, Reddest in the sun, Blackest beneath the moon.
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Has your fashion Run out of place? Your eyes just hang there Like the coats within your wardrobe. Your body is a glimpse of your decrepit self, By your glance Into a fractured mirror. I can’t give love To a one Loathsome, in the flesh, By her eyes Deathly, upon her demise. Scorn your age,…
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Round your hips, My arms enclose. Across your lips, My words unfold. You have been lost for many miles Of unspoken loneliness, Dreaming of watching eagles To gift your freedom. You lose To then gain A symptom of unguarded pain. Passion can alight All of us In our waking from an extended nightmare. Fires can…
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How wild your locks stream Within the wilderness of your screams. Tree limbs brace for the weather Of your forgotten forever. You have tears running Like when the sky cries. You falter in your own storm, You tear down walls too high for you, You ruin yourself in the buildings received with stones. You are…
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Who bleeds for me, To who forgets me? Who causes themselves to decline To my level? Who waits for me While I dine on ashes? There is a pebble To be hurled into a lake. There is tall grass Where there is fire to burn it. I seem to have leaked A tear to cross…
Modern Romanticism 