Poetry
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Our sicknessis something to finda common sense,a sensation in,whenever wewater our eyesin tragedy’s disguise.We blind our beautyunder constant,euphoric depravity.For we are unifiedwhen we undressto reveal ourpallid tones,worshipping the otherwhen sinking downon shattered knees.To continue to love,to continue to dropall from abovemessages froma darkened Heaven,we are foreverwithin each other’sfavorable denial.I want to caressthe sounds in yourfrightful…
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Perfumed smokestings eyes to tears,while I yearn to transformbeyond my years.Inside a mirror,I am imagingwhat I’m imaginingto be someonehurled into tomorrow.For tomorrow’s sorrowis another songto build on an effigy.Tomorrow’s griefis what I’ve yet to learn,when I carve footprints.The sunsetis a detailed scar.It’s a part of yesterday’sspiraling sandin an hourglass,collected froma visible shoreline.The sunriseprovides a translucent,transparent…
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A black ceilingstills where shestrays her gaze,has been holdingher flame, gatheredinto one spot.She faces a mirror,detecting nothingamong her marks,refusing peaceas it sparks.This black ceilingshelters her, as a cloudof congregated ravens.To death, it is singinguntil she blends her yearsinto forgetfulness,into numbness.She wants to takethat everlasting plunge,reversing gifted loveto a dying eternity.She’ll escapeanyone’s arms,slipping awayin the blood,within…
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I placed a flagthat had never beenstained with white.All its colorsfigured themselvesinto our enclosed,fixed vision.We wanted whatwe believed could bea dream brought forth,brought into ourshared bubble.A ship sank,waves were ourconstant reminderof what we eventuallybegan to blanket.In the white,under surrender’simmeasurable height,we were drawingour forms, like dead,rotting fish on the sand.Soon, we were fleeingthe tameless truth,sterilizing our…
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I swore to sinceritywhen her world revealeda thinning line,one that those whoever crossed itwould be erased,in due time.I handed her a rose,one already wilting.I spoke what Ibelieved cannot bea promise, in the formof an imperfect circleto constrict a finger.I told her what Icannot believe to beever possible,ever true, when Iam just as wounded,bleeding just likeher…
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All that we thought of,while building our bodieson mounds made ofwhat we thought could notever crumble, ever swayafter it promised thatall will go our way.All that we dreamed of,denying our systems theiroverdue dosage of peace,giving enough until webecame what we werealways fighting against.Just a pair of monsters,like twins in the dust.We shouldered morethan we could…
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We walked, with heavinessthat no slumber could relieve,repressing our tearsback behind our eyes,to the back of our minds.We toiled, for these scarsto always see, to always remind.We thought of different waysto let go of words, to releasea gust from open lips,parted just to be at ease.We thought of wherever wemight serve in undying loyalty.Reusing sounds…
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With a blown-out candlethat started our doubts,I’ve been drinking inthe white, the immaculacyof a streak of hope.I’ve been drunk onwhatever comes next,with the future in chains,with the pastput to its blame.I’ve been leaving sandfor time to be told,for faces to be revealedin sudden recognition.For I want to seewho I’ve kept it from.I want them to…
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A ring of light,its heaviness wornfor this burden of beingwith the famous one,the one who wilts,the one who stands.I’ve chosen a starfor a single glimpse,for I cannot sayif who I’ve united withhas come to answerthese questions I layupon darkest soil.I cannot admitif this world hasmore light over dark,more sessionswith Paradise,versus Hell.But love has laid itsembedding…
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Bringing back insidea breath I let outside.At first, it appeared alien,until I noticed myselfuncovering myself,until I was freeingall I’ve not understood.Reflecting wallsare four, plus oneI’ve been ignoringfor its ultimate worth,for what it sayswhen I’m weepingthese storms away.I’ve been unloadingwhat I’ve been crowdingin this buried soul,while not ever seekingthe value of being.For pain, with decayin steadiest…
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As cold as stone,as old as this waythat eyes are litas if dreamswere fulfilled,in the rush offlowing streams.As if grief might beall that it takesto find true company.I’ve lived small,walking down hallswhere portraitsare removed,to be replacedwith somethingthat moves.A solid color,an isolated blue,an oceanwhere dripping dewdrifted that distance,to become a thingcalled time.It all goes bywith all…
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To bliss,to return that kiss,a heart has droppeda coin, a diamondto be heavieston its way down.Light died,while I museover those strandsof lingering hair,that built morethe softnessto that pillow.To desire it,once more, in thisdarkest of spotswhere I missthat final touchof disconnection.You were earthlyin all your stares,building me,always writing meuntil the inkbecame the tears,until the tearsbecame the…
Modern Romanticism 