Poetry
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A cut created a hole,a whole world to roamwhere echoes cling ontoour rising structures.A hole created this homefor us to sink inside of,treasuring comfortwherever it was lost,while always musing onwhatever it had cost.At first, we broke intosomewhere we had found,some place we believednothing else had been.We had hoped we coulddecorate it in paper,doused in wordsonce…
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One last wave,a termination of oneingenuine smileallows me to knowwhat I’ve lost touch of.For I’ve wielded all hours -those I’ve dragged alongwithout looking above.If I see what rains,seeing who has strainedunder such an undoingof a life that’s blessed,I’ll never imaginewhat can come after.I’ve walked underthe ruthless weightof seemless indecision,of absent revision.I’ve been livingin the shelter…
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Renter the hourwhen glimmers appearabove a quivering brow.I see into a mirror,finding a man, one I cancondemn to his statewhere there cannot bea welcoming fate.This world is oceans apart,where tears are lappingdivided shorelines.Two worlds, both bleedingtheir limited lifespanwithout finding relief.I am viewing someonewith a split mind,with unfulfilled vows,an unfinished path.He is that someone,devoid of having…
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Twin worlds once intersectedwithin their space, chasing echoesbroken down, within dropletsamong springtime meadows.Reflections dropped, numerable,to bring down to green valleysa hope for the resurrectionof what seemed due for selection.But the time for it was past,as the last period had passed,when footsteps left whereboth souls once fared.Twin worlds, eons together,will smother their hopeat the end of…
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While you’ve quiveredfor another reason,settling yourselfinto a forever’s worthof imagined darkness,I’ve been drawing curtainsto let another worldbetter us both.It’s not to conceal,but to revealto me, to yourselfyour unveiling pathwayfrom embittered wishes,to bloodied kisses.Why wait for this,when we can smearour presenceover absence’sdarkened glaze?You stand near,while I hold your dear,unearthed flesh,tasting the dropletsthat are loosenedfrom a heart…
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Sprinkling rain waterfrom an open heart,hoping for something elseto be reaped from whatI’ve sown, in these ruins,where whispers dwell.I’m drinking remnantsfrom what I’ve savedduring idle moments,ones where I’ve collectedall the blessings that Iwas encouraged to bring.It’s out of this isolationthat I cannot admitto what I’ve delayed,lost on an oceanI’ve believed was clay.There is nothing to…
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You’ve cried to mewhen we were standingbeneath weather,a different forecastthan what we have now.You were here,stalling forcesfrom breaking you,redressing your formin dirtied bandages.It’s only whenthe sunrise is present,that you can let yourselfbecome absent,from truth, from the wayyou’ve let yourself decay.But when it rains,you smile for oneimpermanent while,believing betterin this or that lie,among others.What we have…
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Grieving no morefor what lives no more,as we start to take flightto see better, to reachwhat has returnedto our sight.It is not the lightwe once held onto,spending precious daysin remote wonderment,staring at oceanswe thought were lakes.Nor is it the shadowsthat have extended too farfrom when we let looseour tears, from wherewe’ve drawn our scars.It is…
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It spells our disaster,when hope capsizes itself,down into a permanentstate of disbelief.We will weepuntil we cannot keepguessing at the timeit will be our timeto see the thinnest rayof delicate sunshine.That will be whenwe’ve exited our shelter,knowing that ruinshave contained nothing.It will be whenlight will burn our skin,when guilt pours out,forming a statueas a mirrored reflectionof…
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A wilted songsung from a pairof lips that tastebitterness of blood,the reveal of tearsremaking the starkest,most chaotic flood.This has gone onfor far too longinto the drear,with much to holdfor our dear,extending life.With much to keep,we cannot remain hereforcing curtains toconceal when we weep.I’m nothing buta petal, landing too heavyon your porcelain,trembling shoulder.You are nothingbut a…
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Always inside,tracing your scars,in a vain attemptto connect the starsthat pulled us,together.Even in this web,we are always apart,limiting wordsto passionate verbs,hearing our storieswith nothingto be matched.I’ve wanted you tocall to me, always bythe one you’ve known,without letting go.But you keep cryingunder this desireto dissect, who yourefuse to select.I am no onebut a gift to keepsustaining…
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A bitter departure,while it depicted ourrelived resolveto keep our eyesradiant against oneunseen sun.If we had kept on,it might have beenour turn to flyagainst the windthat pushed us back.We gave due credit tojust the seconds wewere able to salvage,while coming apartunder the rain.We were forcedto turn back,to become what wepromised each othernever to be.Just cowards in…
Modern Romanticism 