Poetry
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As I lift myself To the scorning sun, Leaving the dirt to mold itself The hollow raindrops of an unborn storm That fell the words out of God’s mouth. He saw you Where you were buried On an evening of a moonlit shore. For I remember Tears running away from me, Words whispered on fractured…
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Leaving loosened tresses Upon the shores, where currents dance As the sun raises A highness, a glow upon cheeks that were meant for The many lugubrious kisses. She has deceit, that sometimes loosens All tears to cross the delicate slopes On the highest rocks. I am, as I want The love, to remain While the…
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Without thee, Folded, clasped in arms that do not break Against the wind, I have emptied My heart into a solemn void. What kisses are there, to make for The endearment of a thousand more Like yours? What replacements Can I fathom for the taking Of those, I will dispose, When none come near, to…
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How would you hold me, Without me loosening myself? I sweat myself Upon the white-washed streets, As I clean these sheets, stained with your blackened Tears, that do not clean So easily, as the sun replaces the moon For the newest day. I can grieve, to swim in my ongoing current of Ongoing fears. How…
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Without love, I crumble, In hate, I stumble.
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I start to see the white patterns of ivory Blanketed by shades of corruption, As I see the sun eclipsed by the moon, As I see the world has found new comfort in a bleak erosion Of truth being laid firm on the world’s defeat. I sense that Death has remembered its own presence, As…
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No rocks can hold me together, For I have tipped the balance between weight and world. Will you offer the right, in your silence To kiss your flattened lips? In the casket, you are more fragile than the shattered world Upon an evening with gallows, Perches, Fires and silken shores, with bottles of tears. All…
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Start sailing On the hollowness, of my feeble mind. It has become your kind In the drowning of a thousand more In the depression, you do adore. I wilt love like too much to give Water upon the tulip. Leave me to awaken this drear To again, come near That you may kiss the future…
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Fold your face away From the blade of dismay, For I have found something entertaining Among all the slaying. These orchards Where blood soaks the miles ahead of us, Where the universe embraces the sun, Where the forests tackle the lakes, Where the world feasts on its own inhabitants Like revenge for parasites, I am…
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How far can your cries range for In the sound of your hollow voice? Calling from the hollow heart That voices a hail of sting Against broken wings, Raising all but yourself Towards the rays of sunlight. I see what should be fathomed of yourself In the pinnacle of your viewing. You are as beautiful…
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How to bleed, How to scream, How to hold on Until the breath catches hold of the fire To fan it into life’s drama. How to love While wings catch the spark, Thus, to leave the mark Upon hearts that were not meant to part Upon separate roads for the journey. How to love With…
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You see me as the man Who wields tears upon the ends of forks, I can consume. I do not wish this To be a firefight, between two sets of eyes, Two sources for cries, Two places to burn, two places to scorn Ourselves to the faces of the moon. I want to love All…
Modern Romanticism 