Poetry
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Reviewing eyes,a feather in the wayburns at my grasp.I do not releaseanything I catch,even when it causesdiscomfort and unease.I’ve let a heartbe torn at its seams,to come apart,while I’ve been watchingspaces being filledin external view.Buildings close into remind me of whatI’ve closely buried,after being blindto abstract faces,within internal view.I’ve been seeingnothing that willtake steps back,being…
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Wrong path to takemeans another promiseI did not realizeheld too much at stake.I’ve dropped stonesfor more vain reasons,as I’ve nothing leftto keep afloat.I’ve long wantedto drown these pagesthat repeat historyetched in sands.I’ve sunk just the tearsthat make a heaviness,bled from a heart -another stonein the ivory.Screams come easyto produce, for the windto drag them acrossa…
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Surround this spacewith unclean direction.Remind me of whatI’ve lost, while I gatherall that I’ve burnedas a pile of dust.This weather rainsfrom clouds as heavyas this heart.These fields absorbblood from a leaking soul,from a shattered mind.I’ve narrowed this gazeto a plain search for peace,with blinded eyesto the dark, as I denyits own seemingimmortality.I count razorsin the…
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Another wayto switch this arrayof limitless colorsinto a sprawl of gray.It has become enoughto see it, as it was,with nothing but airto provide our touch.What were we sayingwhen we were surveyingthe vastness of these ruins?Fire has always beenour light, after we ignoredwhat it was destroying.Fire has now broughtattention to our wounds,before feeling the pain.We cannot…
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A wandering wish,an ideal that makes onewhisper their wordsthrough covering fog.If I can stallyour gaze, in this mist,perhaps I can bewhomever you’ve cried for,binding our limbs,leaving our tearsfor no one to follow.Being blessed, in serviceto an anchoring ceremony.What is love, if notsomething to flood a heartwith a single dropletof mutual devotion?Not just you,but the both…
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Rehearsing this,a tale you’ve being tellingto a thousand morelike me, because you knowthat I will listen.But you do not expect meto replace your shadowswith anything elseother than whatmakes more.Anything other thana lantern, a candle,or the whole of the sunI cannot offer, cannot bringwhen it’s held closeto blind your eyes.In love, even whileI am able to…
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I recognize that thisis what you’ve dismissed,but I’ve been gatheringthese rocks, together,for an eternal fire.I’ve been reconnectingan endless sprawl of wires,hoping you’ll receivethis connection,becoming just as blindas this unreasonable,blatant devotion.Hanging a heart fromits roads, its strings,among all the other thingsleft out to dryin the sun.Tears cannot be whatmeans I’ve kept this going.I will weep, if…
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Cloaked, while soakedin searing monochrome.Somehow, I’ve welcomed it,as you remain swollenalong with the dimming sun,draining whatever remainsfrom your blissful eyes.I have crawled, to removethis heart, a devil’s rubythat’s been set aflameto undo, to burn awayneedless coverings.To tear into you,to feed you, as you like towonder what I am doingwhile you step back,always on track, to…
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Careful, in our tragedyto comprehend a sunsetin undying clarity.Let us unifyone speck of dustwith the next, in line,to salvage absent sentencesamong letters, within linesthat were burned,that were abandoned.I do not want this stormto be an endless reminder,as the moon comes inbetween bleak clouds,presenting us with a mirrorreflecting all that hasbeen exhaled fromwordless lips.Bleeding out, for…
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I’ve been countingyour breaths, among seconds,lost in this momentwhere a dose of tranquilitykeeps us buried.For your scars,your memoriesto go blank,I must inserta promiseinto your open heart,being as vulnerableas your body.Untying knots,leaving behind what willnot ever be erased.I will returnto greet your ghost,or who you are.We must believethat nighttime is notas divided from its partner,unified with…
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Blinded reception,betraying our vowto a sunrisehighlighting what tearswe let fall from eyeswe let watch.We are descendingin the instinct to flee,leading senselessnessinto clarity.Our home is burningfor ashes, to be collectedin our unclean palms.The laughter we emitdisguises our tragedyin the making.Once, we were lostin its welcomed state,believing it bestto be imprisonedin hearts that were,at that time,not made…
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Relaying a message,receiving failure, once morein its futile attempt.I’ve been waking upto hear your call,screaming in the silence,pacing after the expressionof unmatched violence.What can I wield,if not a torch to illuminateall walls in this heart?A sword will cut downthose shadows that linger,blocking this path,where I wander.Burning through electricalcircuits of a fuming mind,while I tell a…
Modern Romanticism 