Poetry
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Let me lean towards the spires, The cathedrals and their masses seem to let me go. I field the work full of snow, Full of seeds, that rain to melt. I kneel in the dirt, to hope that I am chosen. Life has left me broken, upon her scars. Will God let me rain The…
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Leave me drying The ends of my bloody fingers Upon this inferno Of stinging malevolence. Her nightmare was my scream, As her tears were my gleam. Her beauty rushes as the waves Atop my running eyes. She dressed with the fervency Of a thousand glistening clouds Never parted, to last As the eternal storm Above…
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Feel bliss, The folding kiss That stains the wholehearted gain Of our inevitable future, in this pain. You desire hope, Yet I lapse Into a contrast, On the side of grief and bedeviled life. Your eyes Part ways with the water To see the fires that are stilled, Stiller than the frozen ocean, For that…
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Your darkness Comes as natural, as the erosion atop your skull. Your form, wicked and tasteful, Graceful, in where it steps Between a noose made of your strands. The smoothness Above your brow, Where a halo is lacking Holds a temple in your isolation. I am stilled, by your empire Of purest loneliness. Of your…
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Hold yourself Close to your beloved thorns, Bleeding your arms to be dried. You caress your wounded heart Like a pup That has lost its own mother. I believe truth Can be as changeable As the weather, As your expressions, As your form when it ages, As your fingers when they wilt Like the petals…
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Did we die well In the passing Hell, By love that was hurled from our hearts To the emptied streets? Street lights pass us Without our motioning forward Through the time that constitutes death Upon its bleak shoulders. We were dreamers Loving the sails more than the waters. For it was the ocean that drowned…
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This beckoning To my own faltering. The kisses come silent Blown upon the passing gusts. The sails of mine Are weathered by weather, Folding in the ruining of my mind, Twisting by the ruptures upon my heart. My hail Is your tale. My tears, pour the ocean for me To cross, while my loss is…
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Wait for the wild times To say upon the current times That they were not meant in their place To see the thousand weeping faces. The dangerous times Place themselves on the seat of shame. The gentler times Are seated on the right place of life. We are two foes Who fight, in the throes,…
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Pull down your world upon mine, And kiss me hollow. Words are so unspoken As the shells upon the shore That never reached anyone’s ears. You have a gift For perception. See me on your shoreline Counting the raindrops, the tears Spraying against my marred face. I have a wilted emptiness For countless seasons I…
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How many storms can follow us home, How many deaths can prove us undone By the faces so cubicle, So box-shaped, without a curve for expression’s sake? How many lacking humanities Can pull us down to hollow and empty graves? How many discarded breaths Can flood the fields with uncertainties? You had your thoughts craving…
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My pain Is naught. Your pain Is bought From the galleries where color is adorned At the Spaniard Puetra del Sol, Run as red on ivory As a blushing girl, roaming through destiny. You field the flowers, As their scents tempt you. Kiss their great numbers, That I cannot haunt you. I want to love,…
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How much love Can we kiss the roses with, Before our lips become grazed By the touch of thorns? I did love, I truly did. You played notes upon the golden harp To lure me through, passageways Towards the messenger Whose message was to remain silent To your waiting game. I fell through the clouds,…
Modern Romanticism 