Poetry
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Undercover, in thisflicker of pale flushes,where waters leakfrom outspread limbs.In here, I cankeep running fingersthrough ripplesin immaculate sheets,through tressesin warm weather.We are living in whatwe have crystallized,building togethertall towers, to seeall that will be betterfor our company.Love has crossed us,dreams have blessed us,while a wildernesswith all its sweet scentsis surrounding us.Overhead, a dropletof morning dewcomes…
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It is looking likewe’ve been feeling forvenom, being injectedin long exits, we soarwhile skies turn purplewith fresh bruises.We are here, bleedinginto the world, drying ourlong, desperate eyeswith much earth,giving rebirthto an anger,to a fire.It is our place, to beall we cannot concede,while waters are risingwithin our stares,inside our hearts.Taking cover in thisshelter of shelters,being mere…
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Breathless notes,softened heartbeats,craving nothing betterthan our turn,at the gates.We were rejectedfor what we didn’t sayto each other,after every daywe held backthe weather.We were selectedfor another storm,bleeding rainonto the other’sbruised skin.We were hiding it allfrom the open sun.We wanted a shortcutaround the stainswe believed that wewere able to cover.We wanted an escapeinto boundless love,while we deprivedour…
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Drinking from thisdeep, and ever-deepeningglowing shape of oneforce of red,shelter of dread.I am replaced,as a reflection,one that swimsin venomous swirls.I cannot, but I willknow why I’ve liedto tomorrow’sracing heartbeat.A bottle holdsa silent message,one going blackwith the livesI never see.Silhouettes pass,under starsthat are ending upin their vapor.All eyes will seea man who cannot stand,not even as…
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I’ve remained here,choosing what candlesdeserve their light,leaving faint tracesin their swirling form.Carve me a sentence,tell me a speechwhere death does notguide me to your spot.I’ll kiss your marble lips,revive a glimmerin a silenced heart.I’ll discard what meaningI’ve deceived myselfin ever having,when waters keptleaking from red,swollen eyes.If I might everhold your hand, again,I’ll play back your…
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A nighttime skyhas been shelvingtearstained memories.Sleepless starskeep me visionless,unwind me intoone discerned setting.I keep pages near me,as I sleep, in the daywhere faintest echoespoint me in your way.Your face, your lipssurrounds me in shadows,while I lift you to the lightwhere lucid dreamsare never right.What wills meto keep coming backto your phantom shell?I await my own…
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For this, I’ve cherishedthis ample opportunityto see the sun riseeven with closed eyes.For this, I’ve spentmany a long nightlistening to clashing,disabling heartbeats.Yet, in the midstof having known when,I was always dreadingif it was even my fortuneto be forever blessedunder a guiding rayof listening light.I’m left with wantingto know who or what elsethese shivering handscan hold…
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Descend. Tell mewhat story you’ve writtenfor me to read.I’ll be there to commitboth lips, to tastewhat words lingeron your ripened tongue.I’ll remain here to seeall that you’ve presentedfor me to believe.Dying angel, you havebeen given too manydying promises,where all have burnedalong with your wings.You’ve been left hereto crawl on limbsyou have never used.For you used…
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Choosing, always slowlyto come ever-closerto a barricade, to a linewhere oil and waternever combines.Reinforcing, with certaintythat my delusions can berepresentative of my safety.I am never clear,while my eyes swimin resilience, in defeat,telling my backwards,dark reflectionI have something more.All I have are chaptersto be closed, to be boundin a broken spine.All that’s left are reused,simplistic words,…
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We built this ship,rowed with our hands,arriving at the only placeto ever surrender.Lights are from stars,sand is infinite time,while bliss is simplyfrom an oceanic breeze.To keep carvingour states, our fatesin these rippling waters,brings us over.To completewhat we were alwaystrying to achievemakes us receive.Our love, in thisvacant space with allour lingering shadows,compels us to dance,steers us…
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Finding you, burning youinto a deep den of memories,only for you to continueyour march into a different,direction, where depthhas another’s tune.Love had boiled, feelingswere what we toiledto upkeep their symmetry.Now that we are parted,has the sky stayed bluein your corner,to the north?Have snows stayed pure,printing your footprintsin places I can’t follow?I did not decide,upon the…
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I spoke throughreverberations,mere echoesdeprived of presence,when I promisedI’d keep awayyour shadows.I became an extensionof your bitterness,blending in all that floodsfrom the ruinsof this world.In your direction,light never finds a home,especially when Icarved nothing from stone,made nothing of a gardenI vowed for its color.Is there anything elseto remember me by?Is there nothing elseto prevent your cries?I…
Modern Romanticism 