Poetry
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The man in me Is beginning to wane. He sees his own grave As more attractive Than where he could be saved. The mind of me Is losing its affection For something sane. The waves About him, look so grim. Pull back your mask, I say to my reflection. Seal yourself, with a hollow lock…
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Let loose your trail To never curve. You have smoothness running over the mountains, With rapidity over the lakes, While winds move straight. I see danger for its miles, Though you’ll walk forward To the snowy hills. Your arms will spill The radiance by the light of the sun, For me to follow, For me…
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Call yourself The angel without wings, The preacher without a church, The savior without a crown, Though will you perish For the world, in how it has languished? You lack What you can bring back To hearts without their fire, To hearts Without higher Feelings full of erupting pleasure. My friend, in your feebleness, Please…
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Lift your sleeping self To the rising sun Baring a light upon your forehead, In the stillness of your heart’s death. I wash light, Like I wash your arms. I waste light, Like I waste dinnertime kisses. All I taste is the bitterness Of iron Upon the tracks that race the train Towards the extended…
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It is only That tears can drown a dream Straight into the firelight Beholding its own bright gleam. Drops, so far from the whiteness Of springtime innocence. As an infant, I wept, Though not for this. I was weeping for pains I did not understand. Do I still? I am tears. I am in the…
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Stars, that rise High upon the spirited plain, Drain my eyes into petals, Drain my spirit into endeavor, Drain my body from pleasure. You grew two stones in either hand Where one I called my heart, The other I called this world. I was skipped, The other still spun Upon its own oceans. I remained…
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The tears surround, Like oceans that are birthed From my growing eyes. They lift, Though pull back At the sight of the skies That cry ever greater streams To the tenderest dreams I once had of you. Why of pain, Does it need to rain? Why of this grief, I must remain in disbelief? We…
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Tell me stories, Sing me songs Of quiet verse by firelight. You’ll tell of your pain to the searing flame That grows not merely in the hearth, Though in your heart. You will speak, Will you not? Of all avenues where your eyes track The simplest reprieve you’ve always lacked. To something you want to…
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Let loose your feathers, Your wings come unfurled To the blood of romance. You curl your eyes to the sunset, Radiant upon your back. I seek to draw back a lock Invading the space in your sight, To be behind your ear At the spot where I let stay my hand. You are contented, As…
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How is it the new books describe What the old books already wrote? You were the mattering For a perfect world. My eyes see glimmers. Perhaps it is the stars that I witness, Perhaps the beautiful moon over a lake, Though it is only my tears. My understanding Of what is so real as death,…
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How do you cry? How do you sing To rain tears upon your empty lap? I once loved, As I try, once more To love the stillness of frozen skies For my taking. You try to roam As I see you go To bathe yourself in the stream Leaking of your eyes. I wield a…
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What can one take apart of the dead? My spirit coiled about her naked self Is left to be trimmed by fate, Disposed upon the railroad, listless and waving a mere finger To the horrors on the bloody ceiling, The reddened skies. Falsify me To the awaited, opened wrists. Remind me Of something I once…
Modern Romanticism 