Poetry
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We are sailingTo the winds at our backs,To the freedom that says,“Do not turn back,For there is nothing you lack.”As the clouds part,It is the only storm to ever close,While ahead is the light. We are drifting to the sunrise,Not the sunset.Though, the west be aflameWith the fires of distress,Glimpses of power grasped by filthy…
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Ten wilted petals Stumbling over the other Upon her fingers, in the grave. The appendages curled, in the state of her death. She catches falling rain upon a bony cheek, Watered over in the ivory. Upon the fingers that do not point above, They yet point below To the sandy Earth Where hollow joys Were…
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I swear To hold the world up. Each tragedy shall fall at my command, Each bitter tear shall drop to never again be seen, Each angle shall turn into a beautiful curve Of your now broken flesh. I want to hold the mirror to your face For us both To notice a smile That does…
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Crawl up, As you were Submerged Deep in the ocean’s bowels, Driving the world into a flood Of rapidity, Among overlapping emotions. You’ll seek to gain What the world has long lacked Upon its very back. Setting sail to the distant sunrise Where moonlight comes crashing down For our voiceless prayers. Crawl up For breath,…
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Your eyes Find splits in the Earth, Find pain where marriage should maintain Itself, in the openness. I swallow whole Like the Earth with its crust The lakes that formed from your melting eyes, For I am always tasting your tears, As I am always feeling your fears. You consume the guilt, Feel the depression,…
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I sought gravity The weight of yourself, from Heaven’s place. I sought eternity Of you, to be welcomed safely in arms. Here, I paint a portrait of your face, Exquisite in each line for contours, Romantic in what lips I can kiss. Though, pain has draped itself, like one crude curtain Over your perspiring form.…
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Turn around On your heel of torture. You have pressed into me, Into each hollow sleeve, The love that grows vines, For beauty that refines with time. I will see, Exquisite charm, surrounding yourself, In the dimness of a new evening. Love has made patterns, Scattered with petals, Made me smile for the world, too.…




