Poetry
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Placement of a wordon a pair of rotten lips,as old as the versecoming betweentwo souls, who conversein their tragic undoing.They’ve been longingto rewrite the historythat’s been saggingtired eyes, withered arms,to the graveyard offootprinted floors.They’ve been choosingto see the sunset,before the sunrise,blossoming only whenmatters become worse.Dragging a spontaneous,unfurled decision,lingering upon instinctwith its reeling head.No one comes…
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Lost in clouds,a vision of a limitless,unbreathable voyagewhere endurance isthe highest factor.Am I better to fall?Believing in fewer secondsto sustain heartbeatsin their musical rhythm.Am I listening to dynamicchimes, or an engine’schurning exhaust?A white noise, it must be,to grow with, throughthis ascending course,deserting the vigorfor a hopeful salvation.Beauty’s running on fumes,alienating me in its ideals.Love cannot…
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A ghost has grayedall strands, on a head,under a shelter,under clouds, all black,all raining the steady streaminto cupped hands.I’ve held openwhite pages, filled withthe stains among memory.I want to rewritewhat I knowwith silver dreams.A passing breathfrom shattered lungsreuses the old words.What else can I tellto turn what’s grayinto renewal’s day?What’s absent in time,has already travelled…
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A fragile depictionconjoins a merciless resolution,fitting this stained image.I’ve inked upon this heartstatements of remorse,losing light in these eyeswhile I can’t help but to cryfor what I can’t bring back.Even after hope’s well has dried,after the road forwardhas been concealed with snowfall,I look even to the dark voidfor everything that held sound,for something I cannot…
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It was neverthe first option inthis bland universe.I had just wantedto love, only love,not to replace lightsburned outabove her head.A halo, I needed tobring to life, bring backto its resplendence.To her, an angelI’ll keep from all demons,even me, especially me.I cannot hope to cryfor another heart,another tearstained ragin weathered hands.Love tore me opento those sounds,emitted…
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Let yourself surround,with tides growing long.Pulling you over,as I tie the knots aroundplaces I’ll come to kiss.No one is leaving here.I’ll scare all nightmaresfar from being here.Here’s for pleasant sinnerswho have hoped, in theircreative devices, to be winnersin the Hell they’ll admire.I bring down a breathto your sea of skin,cradling vastness of fleshfrom earth to…
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Crowded eyes,your concealed breathruns with a vapor -white, as this nighthas laid out a feastof roaring moonlight.Golden flesh,unclothed, while shakingmore the dust, than theceremonial clothes.Our worshiphas selected me,to merge forms,to fossilize.Your hair runs in length,my hands will triumph overyour velvet, smooth decor.You’ve adorned yourselfin what Heaven presented,while I build secondsbefore I devour all.Bringing us down,to…
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I’ve brought hope acrossa finish line, where quaint versehas been applied.It regresses these eyesfar from more welcoming skies,while I burn to keep thesecomparisons running.I melt, having wanted to knowwhat these footprints will grow.I feel as if I’ve stamped outa teeming garden of verdure,made the soil sterilethat it will not ever sproutgolden words, poignant phrases,in transparent…
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What have we here?You are displayingthose same shadowsyou resist toget to know.You dismiss whatyou will not complete,forcing harmonythrough divided thoughts,with bliss as your kissto shelter the truth.I’ve been lenientto prevent oncomingpunishment uponall this crudeness.You’ve been denyingyour world’s end,bending rules, if onlyto keep the path straight.When will we quitthis tormenting toil?These sounds we emit,memories we revisit,while…
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Untying myself,rewiring my mindafter I’ve beenburning to keepthis sundered formfrom disbelieving.We wanted whatwe never revisited,choosing insteadto seek silenceunder a moon,under the sunduring noon.Hope has diedafter trembling handshave clutched a numberof faded roses.Both of us,both invisible,neither beautiful,were once waitingnear a windowstained with time.What is thereto return to,once we havesaid our farewellto the last teardrop?The teardropsthat have…
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An empire, no longerspoken as being eternal,when a song has beensilenced to listening ears.Were there other earsother than mine?I’ve searched a gravefor what I’ve lost.It had reminded meof what I didn’t save.Leaves crumble intotheir residue, sharingthe same due placeas common earth.I’ve wept in the morningas birds chirp anothereverlasting song fora pair of watching eyes.Here, I’ll…
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Love listens,as debris is spreadfrom a fire,on that’s as undyingas it’s desperateto keep you curtainedunder dark clouds.I’d love to restrain it,just as I’d love tobe your breath that speakssweeter words, out froma pair of unfrozen lips,no longer muted.You ought to be ableto see the sunlight,grasping a glimpseof how well-versedsuch recurring memorieskeep you bluffing.You ought to…
Modern Romanticism 