Poetry
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You’ve shaken tragedyof all its different variety.With all the leavesyou have collected,you cannot waituntil you flood the worldwith your perpetual state.I cannot find it in myselfto hold my head, to ever cryuntil I’ve made my wayto the truth, when I’ve lied.I cannot weep even a puddle,while you can stand therebathing in oceans,writing your name,until it…
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Immaculate, almost angelic,though your eyes haven’t lookednear enough to the truth.I cannot doubt what I seewhen memories are marble,after a pair of shaking handsstopping molding eternity.It was enough to be remindedof who hasn’t a life to ignore,of who should not be cryingwhen everything isn’t just more.Your earth is quakingwhen you shed a diamondfrom your denying…
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The less we knowis the less we hold onto,replicating the darknessin both our hearts,laid out ontoa sea of glass.Who restarts that rhythmwe’ve come to ignore?We didn’t come tothese shadows,those black curtains.We just knew whatwe would crumble into.We knew what we werealways shedding a tear for,always hoping for,while already buriedbeneath the mire.Would we haveever gone higher,hearing…
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This close,ever always signalingupon a road, this emptythat I’ve been crawlingover these stones,over this glass.Eyes look backwhen years are fluid,when expressionskeep repeating themselves,for wind to bring backthose abstract words.I’ll be promisingto my reflection,in an ocean,that the whirlwindcan keep playingits sacred song.I’ve been desperateto keep buildingall these rafts, to finda distant shelter.I’ve been eyeingthe path of…
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A tale written,weighted under stones,inked with the tearsof your streaked face.What were we wishing for,when shielded with curtains?No light was brought,nor leaked, from the dawnof another sighted day.Just a beliefin seeing smilesreflected fromour yearning faces,our exhaling lips.No hope to comefor the battered flesh,for these senseless scars,for all that weforever toiled for.Love should knowwhat to look…
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I’ve refusedto believe, that the endwill draw near,like a curtainshrouding sunlight.I’ve reusedthe same words,like tears in the morningfinding their one wayoff my naked face.Blankets of hopeencircle me, wrap melike a present,unwilling to be openedto let the darkness in.The sound of rain,I choose to calm me,rather than blend mewith its songof blatant misery.I want my wingsto…
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You were somewhere,always a breath away.You were driftingon some small pieceof slender hope,surviving as ifyou were living.Where did you believeyou ever belonged?I have wished,during cold nights,that you will find meupon my broken knees,fading into the earth,with nothing leftto resurrect.You were sinking,while never caringwhere the windwill push you.You might discoverwhere all the roads end,filling your spaceswith…
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I’ve given in,giving to the onewho sings her sweet,vaporous whispers.She lives in me,burning my throatwith all the answersI might resurrect.Because I’ll burn downwhat I, for a second,come to regret.But I’ll raise it upwhen she smiles,when she criesfor more than a while.A moment of sensedoesn’t keep me,as it reminds meof an unfiltered purpose.I am designedfor this…
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Filtering a voice in the sunshine, of tomorrow. Dreading me, through every day’s endless sorrow. I want to know when all of this will end. I yearn, while I contain my passion with belief in mind. I have built rafts made from mud, from autumn leaves, have built cities to keep me sheltered, lost in…
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Coming closer,always yearningfor what Ikept imaginingto be everythingwe revealed,when we shed,when we danced.Life stays itselfunder its stars,burned into diamonds.Moments repeattheir undue necessityto keep me swimmingthrough eternity.I wanted to do morethan to blanket your formin a cloak, to surroundyour marble shape.I’ve bled drya heart, I’ve resignedto the leech of love,while rinsing my handsin your charity.If I…
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Both of us were pusheddown the same current,lost in white rapids,lost from an immaculatesource of our company.We’ve carved letterson plain sands,drifting for hourson residue, from ourhollowed hearts.We wanted messagesto keep connectingto softer surfaces,pointing our visionto greater ambition.Nothing rose froma garden, as bleak asthe weather that nevermelted our skin,without permission.We just lifted our agonyto the wind…
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A constant streakwhere breaths get released,pushing seeds out intoa field, for theirdecided deliverance.Light will be ours,out on this great expanse.We were overwhelmed,while we were desperate,to keep emptyingour shelves, of stories,of our enemies,our clouds.We mean to embracea time, in renewal,reborn to never rewindour lives back intosurviving in those landscapesthat burned in a fever.To approach the other,to…
Modern Romanticism 