Poetry
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While you’ve quiveredfor another reason,settling yourselfinto a forever’s worthof imagined darkness,I’ve been drawing curtainsto let another worldbetter us both.It’s not to conceal,but to revealto me, to yourselfyour unveiling pathwayfrom embittered wishes,to bloodied kisses.Why wait for this,when we can smearour presenceover absence’sdarkened glaze?You stand near,while I hold your dear,unearthed flesh,tasting the dropletsthat are loosenedfrom a heart…
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Sprinkling rain waterfrom an open heart,hoping for something elseto be reaped from whatI’ve sown, in these ruins,where whispers dwell.I’m drinking remnantsfrom what I’ve savedduring idle moments,ones where I’ve collectedall the blessings that Iwas encouraged to bring.It’s out of this isolationthat I cannot admitto what I’ve delayed,lost on an oceanI’ve believed was clay.There is nothing to…
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You’ve cried to mewhen we were standingbeneath weather,a different forecastthan what we have now.You were here,stalling forcesfrom breaking you,redressing your formin dirtied bandages.It’s only whenthe sunrise is present,that you can let yourselfbecome absent,from truth, from the wayyou’ve let yourself decay.But when it rains,you smile for oneimpermanent while,believing betterin this or that lie,among others.What we have…
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Grieving no morefor what lives no more,as we start to take flightto see better, to reachwhat has returnedto our sight.It is not the lightwe once held onto,spending precious daysin remote wonderment,staring at oceanswe thought were lakes.Nor is it the shadowsthat have extended too farfrom when we let looseour tears, from wherewe’ve drawn our scars.It is…
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It spells our disaster,when hope capsizes itself,down into a permanentstate of disbelief.We will weepuntil we cannot keepguessing at the timeit will be our timeto see the thinnest rayof delicate sunshine.That will be whenwe’ve exited our shelter,knowing that ruinshave contained nothing.It will be whenlight will burn our skin,when guilt pours out,forming a statueas a mirrored reflectionof…
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A wilted songsung from a pairof lips that tastebitterness of blood,the reveal of tearsremaking the starkest,most chaotic flood.This has gone onfor far too longinto the drear,with much to holdfor our dear,extending life.With much to keep,we cannot remain hereforcing curtains toconceal when we weep.I’m nothing buta petal, landing too heavyon your porcelain,trembling shoulder.You are nothingbut a…
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Always inside,tracing your scars,in a vain attemptto connect the starsthat pulled us,together.Even in this web,we are always apart,limiting wordsto passionate verbs,hearing our storieswith nothingto be matched.I’ve wanted you tocall to me, always bythe one you’ve known,without letting go.But you keep cryingunder this desireto dissect, who yourefuse to select.I am no onebut a gift to keepsustaining…
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A bitter departure,while it depicted ourrelived resolveto keep our eyesradiant against oneunseen sun.If we had kept on,it might have beenour turn to flyagainst the windthat pushed us back.We gave due credit tojust the seconds wewere able to salvage,while coming apartunder the rain.We were forcedto turn back,to become what wepromised each othernever to be.Just cowards in…
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If we’ve both been bornto see skies covered in ice,having steered into thisfrozen, pretended direction,we’ve delayed for too longthe place we’ve yet to sayit is where we belong.Concealed within the other’ssoftened reflection, one wheremisinterpretation reigns,as kisses are just like spongesto soak the aftermathof our hearts, within theirtimeworn yearning.Revealing who we are,to the other, to no…
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Fortify what you’vebeen able to amplifywhen you’re breathingwords you don’t recall,while this is allto keep you moving.I write your nameon scars, those youhate yourself for baringfor me, to seehow you ever instillyour hardwired demeanorfor other eyes,using further liesas your disguise.But I do seehow you tremblewithin a voidyou call your light,blending in, too well,with the dustthat…
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A written smileis just your beliefto see what you wantto see, when youare in constant denialwhile in the meanwhileyou have been dyingon the inside.On the outside,you hide your forever’sworth of scarswhere dots are connected,if to keep you deselectedfrom their lines -those you blur.Seeing it, up close,lets me understandwhat’s clear, what’s blandabout your cover-up.No more beautyto…
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I’ve been coming hereto swim in a space,undeserving of an offerof worship, of gratitude,while it mocks meat all angles.I’ve left my heartscattered, after beingfunneled througha spiral, a stateof blanketing confusionwhere what coexistsis between a beginningwith its battlefield.I must make it end,to lose more tearsthan blood, on the wayto opening a pairof solid gates, to initiatea…
Modern Romanticism 