Poetry
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Forever forcefulwhen we considereda second guessat our soiled direction,bonding skin with skin,letting thoughts sink inat the end of our road.We’ve taken to decidingthat our shouldersare just far too heavy.What weighed us down,buried in an oceanof marble and glass?To recollections,glazed over sour gazesin reminiscent reflections,we’ve gone from clearto deserted and cloudy.What gets brought backis a shower…
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Reopened aftermathcomes forth, colorless,disguised in white,speckled in scattered,shadows of cloudsprepared for rain.Just a mere drizzledrags a heart back intoa repeated tale.Faces are remembered,bodies are embracedwhile seeds becomelost in the wind.A spread of this dusthas fossilized a memoryto be forever etchedonto a half-buried heart.What to defend against,when that feeling returnsto stimulate recollection,to feed anticipation?I want to…
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The shape refuses toconform to its shades,as it remains inthe light of its admirer.I have drawn it,always over again,while I return to itunder all silent nights.Bitterness comes backto this mouth, missingwho I brought close,face-to-weeping-face.We would smear tearsfar from its location,while we smiledto bring up our heartsfrom ever drowning.We would take flight,wrapped in the sunwith its…
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Whispering comes,leaving needless destinationsfor our feet to findwhen we are alwayscrying on the shoulders,where the temptationsdecide where wewant to hide.Love blowsin different directionsits sterile seeds,raising nothing more thanhusks to create more ofthose familiar shadows.For we will bealways yearning todiscover what wewere not meant to believe,remaining lost on a highwaythat never upkeeps speed.Wanting saviorsto dispel the…
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What has released usinto the wide-open?We’ve been drinkingnothing but emptiness,dust and air,pledging to becomeall that we’ve fearedreturning to,being nothing otherthan knots in our hair.For love, we chokeon sugar-coated smiles,where words will justform the buildingsthat lengthen shadows.I whisper, I’ve kneltto offer a soiled prayerto skies, brimming withpatterns that matchour circular anticipation.We fear what wemight become, under…
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Our voices,always shaken,like the debristhat were oncemirrors for ourself-conscious,startled minds,now beingfor our skinto bleed.Love floodsin unkept promises,making our scarsyearn to be beautiful,drawn in incomplete,hideous outlines.Nothing connectsfrom end to end,nor had connectedfrom world to world.A nest, for two hearts,is where we keptour searing warmth,where we put our handswhen fleeing from cold.Now when we arediscarded like piecesof…
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I’ve often recededwith these tears, back intoshadows of past moments,digging into scars,redrawing the wounds,lifting a heaving chestto drag it back downwith the setting sun.Coming into your lighthad been a forged destiny,but I’ll never knowwhat I ever meant,when arms are broken,being unable to fixwhat is lost.When I said to youI’ll never float apartfrom your once-yearningdistant heart,I…
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Who seems keento find interestin a mere shadowblundering in its light,graceless in its uneven,meandering pace?Swollen eyeshave dropped,just like anchors,heaviest residue.Hands quiver,under the sun,mistaking warmthfrom a feverto be from anothergranting kindness.There’s been a tragic,blindsided deliveryof weather, in an aftermaththat left limbs broken.Fear has becomea frequent reminderto re-administerthe familiar poison.There’s been a passingin the sense of what’sbrought…
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I’ve built a raft,waiting for the starsto come out froma universe that breathesemptiness over thisnameless ocean.I’ve been watchingthe letters become oneintoxicating promise,while I’ve searchedfor resolve,under the doubt.What is there to carrywhen it will sink beneatha cradle, of armsthat are never weightless?I’ll be journeyingfor endless eons,striving to pavemere ripples, a path,leading towardsa vacant lighthouse.Each star, one…
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A softness, revealed,even when you coveryour eyes, with handsdirtied from searchingfor something to fillthe hallways in your mind.What has implored youto believe in this dust?It’s always what nevernourishes you,just as you keep cravingshelter beneath clouds.I might not understand,though I can reprimandthis small expressionof depravity.I can force looseyour binds, that youmight, at last, seek outa better…
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When rinsing these hands,I am watering a collectionof private scars.I am growing a gardenthat echoes after everydrop of morning dew.I have been leadingthese footstepstowards an ledge,where I’m alwaysdipping a faceinto the black inkof an abyss.When I write,shrouded in silence,I have been mergedin surrounding white.I have sunkenthis form of minein pages, for surrenderto be how I…
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Revolve aroundthree-dimensions.Admire herwhile she sounds,when she spillssighs from varnished,abandoned lips.Two stepsis all it ever takesto turn intimidationinto presentation.Letting armsbe her branches,crossing aboutlayer after layerof milk-white flesh.Being that lightshe never thought of,preferring to drownunder disowning nights.I’ve come to kissher center, her corners,capturing her displayin memories, for the day.A heart may bleed out,flames might go out,though under…
Modern Romanticism 