Poetry
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A shell has returnedto its home, finding shelterwithin a larger shell,within her own Hell.Filter through her heart,all that has begun to bloom,to see that nothing restartsthe life from the silence.She carries a torchwith the darkest flameto light her wayback to that place,where she will playwith burned photos,with the ashes.Like a child,sitting in a sandbox,her despair,her…
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Liquid remorse,a lesson churnedwithout being learned,while teardropscome down, as dark asan evening where blackis the sole shade.I believed in whatcan be held onto,greeting this universewith burned hands.I did not withdrawall that I mistook,for searing knowledge,until that shade arrived.Since then, I buriedwhat I used to disguise,to begin to understandbetter reasons to thrive.I left winter blank,with its…
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I have been here,leaving a trailfor your ghostto follow.But were you evercoming closer,recognizing where wemight bring the bloom?Springtime’s innocence,would designatesummer’s remembrancewhere we’d splashin puddles, within ourrisen reflections.I hoped you’d cometo see where a rivermeets an ocean,to know where lovecan be free to breathe.Wishes were close,while colors were far,as all our starsremained at war.Distance kept uswalking…
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We are twoto dissect, to undowhat knots kept uscloser to an appearanceof monochrome,among a winter sky.We shed shades,divorcing our scarsto turn them into ridges,with deepest valleysfiled with hope’sstarlit decadence.I want us to be there,to be everywhere,thriving within horizonswith signals, rapid,even in the wind,even if we rescindto seek solace.We are about howwe are choosing to live,telling…
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Gravitational,revering certaintylike a tranquil,overused blanket,keeping heads lowand eyes far.The darkness is justone mile within another,like a sufferer’s meal,filling us upto ache within.I want to wield this,to embrace what lightwe ever threw awayto be comfortable witha second longer.We were made to beunleashed, broken byour own shadows.I don’t want to die,thinking I couldn’t cryduring an offered chance.I…
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Smoke blankets this scene,birthed from a flameas two worlds conjoinfrom a lost unison.From discovering her,I have come to reviewmistakes made,from a past,from a historyI have finallycome to outlast.Her hair curtainsher entire form,built in the softnessof collected clouds,on softer sheets.Her eyes no longerdisguise what she wants,letting what I’m seeingbecome a sole inspiration.She shimmers, she runswith weather…
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It had been wished for,taking the deep diveinto what matters morethan to just survive.But we ended there,at a place, held betweena breath and its relief,a stone and a feather.Nothing had subduedour pain, when our gainwas to keep onwardsmore of our nature,over what we nurtured.Life is an effort,while love is a giftthat kept us givinguntil we…
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I have, at last,seen through to yourunearthed image.It’s been stranglingits own shape,back into contours,back into thin linesno one dared to cross.It’s been your loss,letting grief become envywhere you leak residueonto infinite sands,instead of meadows.I am here to make sureno light reaches you,while purest darknesshas been kept waiting.Death has been standingupright, at a doorI have come…
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I’ve already beendesigning these oceansout of a dying heart,facing dust, falling apartto create those grainsof an endless shore.When will I knowwhen you have seenthe last part of meto be unseen?When will you come,realizing that there islittle left to collect,nothing to resurrect?I am extinguished,being a cloud of vaporfrom a pair of lungs.Are you anguished,knowing I stayed…
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Losing track,as it all unveilsonce we’ve crepttoo close to danger.But there hadalways been a warningin the fading colorsamong dying days.We denied, while wekept crying in the fog.We revived what webelieved stayed frozen.Our fingers werelit candles, to burnour trembling skin,coming closeto whisper one moresecret that wasnever kept.We didn’t wishto bring this forwardto its inevitable end,over to…
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I’ve sprung throughvalleys coated in waste,wandering througha wilderness of no end.Here I am, once more,being a babe in your arms,letting cries becomesmaller than whispers.I’ve carried morethan I can keep.To you, surrounding mein your consoling light,I’ve received springtime’ssplash of evergreenagainst the fog.Will you keep inviting meback to what I nowwill call home?Can you keep letting mefall…
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Shattered shell,an unbelievablewaiting gameI have passed.While tolls werecollected for more,I wished for lessto go on with.I build in thistimeline of recollectiona dream I cannot break,will not wilt its seamsto drown it underregret’s reflection.Before I have more space,I will shelter this hourwhere night meets forever,extending lasting raysfrom so lightweighta morning sun.Before I can continue tobreathe what…
Modern Romanticism 