Poetry
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Treasured heat,while placing pressureon an area that bleeds.Looking for lifein all kinds of leads,erasing progresswhen sunlightsticks to teardrops.I might find a laneto disappear into mist,counting no more ofall I can just release,without answers.Or I might reuse pain,wherever it springs a leak.From eyes to scars,from the moon or the stars,life is cursed to flow.I’ve confined thisinternal…
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Whichever disdainshe chooses, in vain,has always wrapped herthin wrists, tired feetfor repeated defeat.She’s used to this,counting bruises,while she returns a kissback to a hidden womb.She begins her plight,weeping within her nights,believing in everything worse,in nothing better.I call her close,relieving her, at a doseof simple words,uttered from a face,one she cannotrewrite nor retrace.I want her to…
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A petal has sproutedas a colored bruiseon your parched lips.What placed it there,after love was here?I had been thereto remind youof all that ran red,in the untamed wild.I am still hereto reprieve you,while all retreatsback into the whitethat runs fromyour vacant eyes.I won’t be thereto be what I’m not,in this sight of mine,just mine.You’ll begin…
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Through multiples,seconds travellingin an airborne rush,I’ve called off daylightto spend a drop of myselfin the darknessof where you linger.Let’s no longer bemiles apart, when wecan, at last, restartour damaged hearts.Pages of fatal historycan be burned, in thisassortment of heaven’sguided burials.I am no longerwishing to sink a forminto the tasteless daytime,when I can, when I mustbring…
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At last, being seenbefore a moon’s gleam,surrounding mein all I’ve ever believed.What beauty before me,drowning a night in an aura.Will you remain even afterthe final kiss touches down?You are the promise I’ve heldclose to a heart I’ve cradled,being the water for mythirsty throat, the light for mytearful eyes in the dark.You cannot perish.You cannot go,…
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Casting a crownonto the Almightywho wears it gladly.He swipes a tearfrom a precious eye,as we give our prayersto an old existenceof something unableto retreat into stone.It is somethingthat continues its trail,serving its longevityeven with tattered sails.In being someonewho resides in this,all fears get concealedas hearts are unsealed.We last in what wehave forever takenfrom its positionwithin…
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It passes,flowing towardsan ocean that’s meantto drown everythingthat’s decided against.Being one withone of the four winds,healing has begun,surrounded bybuildings or pillarsholding up this bodypainted in ivory.Made immaculate,cleansed of what corrupteda mind into suffering.When thinking back,an emotion stirs,because the healing hurtsas much as what needed it.When dragging this formto one symmetrical scar,it’ll resemble that agewhen eyes…
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Our emptiness,it demands to befilled with gravity.We will hold weights,gripping swollen flesh,sometimes, the air,as time stands stillin a surrounding aura.I’ve built this place,one that has lightto explore your facein smoothest expression.Ripples float throughyour hair, while I rakethese fingers, betweenall I must take.Scents are sacred,while a field brings inseeds that are settlingon your ignited womb.We’re never…
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I’ve rewound a broken clock,reciting those words I saidat a door that stayed open,while her heart closed.I’ve built a system of regretout of time’s infinite grains,bleeding tears in open daylight,writing verse in the darkness.One face is hangingfrom its symmetrical frame,putting no pressure on painthat entices disdain.It holds out a kissfor me to reel back.I’ve felt…
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Who set the sun?Waiting for it,the place won’t matter,when our eyes opento still feel everythingwe’ll come to deny.Who brought the gun?Shooting was meantto kill, not to capture,not to prolong ourshadows into dawn’sdeepest breaths.We’ll be lost,at least for a time,in a sicknesswe’ve yearned for,at the same timebeing one we abhor.I’ll caress your cheek,hearing the same soundat…
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In all that the darknesswill drown, we’ve forcedour footsteps to gowithout consideringthe coming eclipse.Blood-flows stop,passions are desertedafter we’ve gainedno ground, beforethe sun closedour eyelids.Lightless burial,a march in stagnation,spilling words of angerin hues of red,from shades of blue.Shadows replaced it,in a complete sentencingof our hearts, buried inlife’s tireless sins.Shadows replaced us,upon total desertionof our fates, dragged…
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You’ve been exceptional,drawn to the lightwhen others seek shelter,bonding your formto burning hope,as others reachfor the rope.I’ve been followingwhere you’ve been led,drying eyes, cleaning hands,clearing the sightof each of these scars,until they’re namedas lesser memories,among infinite stars.After you, I’ll dipthis flesh full of paininto shoreline grains,ripping myselfsin from limb.I’ll wait for the tideto come in,…
Modern Romanticism 