Poetry
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To close a curtain,to close these eyeswhere rain fell,after storms rose,while nothing elseever felt a needto remain.You were breathingalong the restof the hollowed way.But we were sinkingbeneath this poolof colored agony.I want what’s crystalto think about,to clean these woundsthat decorate handsthat had held yours.We’re separated,walking these curves,yearning duringan exposed aftermath.To dream will meanto relive a…
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Tears are fallinglike anchors, to keep usstilled for but a momentto see what we’ve gathered,before our armsturn into dust.Love has grown around,with colors to fill voids,with sounds to fill updeaf ears, that didn’t heara choir of angels.We are here, waiting forthose with flooded eyesto see what we’ve discovered,to hold onto whatwe’ve grown to live for.The…
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Warmer weathercompels me to look up.It invites me to seethat words, that prayerswere always meantto become worms,to eat your form,beneath a seaof stones.I will keep comingback to this space,leaving nothingas the faintest trace.I swim, within a worldwhere fire exists onlyin a heart, having warmthas a cruel uncertainty.Winter was whatkept me looking down,past a frown,onto lingering…
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White walls,choosing a pathwithout sound,without the wailsof a different,unabiding location.What willever will meto stop myselffrom keeping score?I want what Ican’t tell if it willbe permanent.Being lost,amidst the mist,releasing a songfrom clogged lungs.Notes of despairtell me, while I unfurlwings in disrepair,that I cannothelp but to rot.I want to stopwhat keeps mefrom losing directionin all directions.Covered trails,since…
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Other end of thisglowing sphere, paintedin hues of green and blue.You’ve walked througha faceless existence,wearing what rainsalways upon you.You’ve bled what Ihad to stop, while Ihalted the flowof traffic, your fears,your angelic tears.I called overforms of help,figures of a kind ofhelpless certainty.I wanted to weep,though it was youI had to keepconnected to a lineof salvaged…
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It’s good to seeall I’ve unseen,all I’ve forgottenall in betweenscattered sentences,broken words.A promise madefor a life, here unmade,among all that transpired,down to its destinationupon frigid miles.Covered in aftermaths,leaving shadowsdeep inside cracks.I’ve never receivedsome sort of clarityI can worship.I’ve wanted it to snowenough to be ableto let everything go.I’ve wanted the whiteto be where I can…
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Too determinedto never let go,to never become tiredof all I’d ever thought,when I had beenconvincing myselfof your place.You were a residentin a heart, now vacant,now wishing forthe lights to be onanother second longer.I’ve been smotheringthe most noticeablememories, the onesthat come acrossif to keep telling methat you’re listening.I’ve been hearingwhat keeps rushingin these veins.You are swimmingwithin…
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Even while allfaded into distant chimes,these walls burnedinto the color of rust,I hanged closeas your final teardropto send you off.I made that journeyalong the lengthof your beautiful face.I carved out a salience,one for me to reach forin a cursed silence.A puddle made,storms are continuingtheir brutal batteringagainst eyes that neverwish to see what wasfatally severed.Dining alone,knowing…
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I’ve been revolvingaround buildings,open doors,panicking while pacingin a room, covered in dust,covered in the filmthat capturedsome precious secondsI cannot remember.I run fingersthrough these pilesof soft ashes.I welcomewhatever lingers,melted into shadows.Who remains in me,speaking through a void?There, there was oncesome spark, some flame,a candle to guide mealong these lines.I am left withredrawing images,finding other avenuesto become…
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I am outside,having followed youto be ceased, by yourshimmers, or yourcapturing shadows.It had to be either,when I came throughan unguarded gate.It couldn’t be neither,when I have arrivedto be remembered.Something lingers,as it never evaporates.It’s been broughtcloser, always insidethese imprisoning lungs.I am viewing you,as the sunlightdecorates your skin.I am rediscovering you,reminding me of my wayto bring you…
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I let throughall that could evercome intothis bottomless,soundless nature.For I amnothing for it,weeping while Iclutch onto tangles.You were there,finding me, all the waywhere promiseswere as heavyas our storms.I wantedto keep thingsjust the waythey were meant tokeep fuelingstrength, to oursoaring pathway.I wanted our lipsto collide, like thunder,while we travelto the endsof this cursed earth.We were meant…
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Leaving outside to drya world I thought was secure,even while its oceanswere formed out of blood,kept showing me answerswhile I kept turning backto the darkness.I was begged to plungeall these screams, all of thisI kept cradling at its neck.I wanted more from it,a life, melted like snow.I wanted what I could notfind enough strengthto leave…
Modern Romanticism 