Poetry
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Sleep, my child Upon this road covered in salt, For you shall not be frozen In your sleep. You have form that contrasts the night, Buried in white. Like a leaf, dancing on the shoreline Of some faraway beach, Here I am witness to a singular emotion, That of joy To discover that you are…
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How does a man, as me Realize what tears him apart, Until the moon shines through his open soul? Until the tears are all that is left to eat? Until the future brings no sunrise, Because all that is left to witness Is the sunset? I find freedom to be The incredibly lost feeling, Sailing…
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In the arms of the moon I see a reflection deep in the white Of an emptiness. Her tears come down upon cheeks of the same hue Of no hue. I kiss them in the haze of a winter’s sunset For her to rise to blanket the night Without direction for her light. Just a…
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For what I beheld In the grasp of my stare Was the sheer beauty Of a thousand mornings and more. Like life never faded from her To create an evening’s solemn colors Of drowned shades. My love guides a current Out from her eyes, While I do not hold back My own that see the…
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Paint the walls With the colors of your eyes. Find a path That is no longer broken, As I am your friend Who can hold you the right way Without a weak heart. Fall through the void, to find water To drink of your fill, To drink of what you spilled From a broken mind…
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Our light Originates from beyond the Heavens, Or so I am told. I cannot believe in anything higher than love. What leaves, besides the light from her eyes? What departs, besides the life that goes astray? Even in death, she kills me. I hang from her retinas, The bold light and me, To stare at…
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Every heartbeat For each uncertainty Leads me to you, broken down in embers Above a hearth, deep in the twilight. The scent of your petals Bleed colors about In the fragrance, in the elegance Of your entwining form, With a gait deep in the mire Beneath your dancing feet. It is but a memory deep…
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To be seated Stilled, on the porch Where rain lashes your false cheeks, Resenting a smile While you breathe sighs to the summer breeze. Your depression surrounds The violet shores, The bluest stares Of those who cast in your direction Sheer bewilderment. Wonderment holds you For a future that cannot snare you, Cannot capture you…
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I see Wrapped around you in softness, The robe meant to depart From a feeble waist For the greatest taste Of one man, as me Needing to see A woman with a majesty’s form, Written over in the sand. One long line for a verse Spells each delicate curve to be conversed. Life sits still…
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Whatever will ever Come of you In the years that follow? Your eyes seat themselves on the edges Of your withdrawn eyelids, Leaned back from the bleak irises, While falling rain, As raining tresses of chestnut Merge themselves in contrast To your porcelain skin. Your eyes seat themselves on that edge, Never to look upwards,…
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Who do you grieve for, When the night has no stars? When the ice of the silent universe Encompasses the space in your mouth, For whom do you scream? He died To your satisfaction. He bled For your wounds. He left, With the wetness of your appetite, Still remaining to dine. I once was trapped…
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Close your fatal wings around me, Once more. Close your bladed arms around me, Once more, For I know you will do so To demand forgiveness. My face is kissed With lips soaked in venom. My childlike face is the maturity of a turnip, Still a seed. Her eyes see the next pain to deal…
Modern Romanticism 