Poetry
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Tidal fire,expressions of doubtdirected on our flesh.Where are wemost fragile, to bealways scarred?Love has drawnits crude map,lashed into shapeon our backs.Twisting promisesinto unintentional deceit.We wanted to,but what could we doafter finding that fateled us towards its gate?We bled, during timeswe would dreadour feet beginning to retreatback into our shells.Crimson comesas a wish, to presenta connection…
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You’ve brought the worldto a corner I’ve called home.You’ve lasted yourselfin shadows, stretched farfrom wandering legs.I am breathing your vaporinto these hollow lungs.I am marching on thisunpaved path, connectinggleaming stars to forma distant shape.Who else has diedin the brittle attemptto have what hasalready left?Your absence has swallowedthis burning scenery.Your face has been transferredinto these staring…
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Growing worsein deciding that a feverkeeps our hands warm.We press against the wound,but keep opening it,embedding the infection,digging into absenceto discover nothing present.Fire starts, memories burn,dissolving our stormswhen we mistake laughterfor the gift of healing.It’s nothing more than a maskwith different colors shown.I want to let go, but cannotundo the knot that staystying us to…
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Transferring thisdisemboweling darknessinto identical patterns,always reversinga direction into misdirection.I want to staystanding here,waiting for cloudsto turn from grayinto white.I want to praywhile kneeling here,feeling bitternesshang from a tongue,tasting horror’s whisper.Life reviews meon blank pages.I have become unwritten,washed out on shoreswith waves recedingan unkept promise.I live to removeportraits from a wall.All of them stare,in their blindness.I…
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Driving rain,reversing strainwhere downpoursare all to continue thishighlighted formgoing from fullinto drained.Love will notkeep these lights on,without thinking ofthe moon, when itwishes for its turn.Life will collideits flames, with whatcalls on itself to decidewhere this talehas room for revision.I hope to be oneof those who were chosento come awakefor the daylight,passing downstream.You were onewho held…
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You’ve let me intothese pages, read ata brimming twilight.You’ve let me fallonto a heart, made ofmoldable silver,receiving sign after signfrom a lighthouse.I’ll continue this draft,writing without remorsefor whatever comes nextupon the white,from the light.Are you seeingthis unending repetitionthat will keep us tangled?I’ve been questioningfor too long.I’ve been rewritingthe same old verse,without anywhereto let it belong.But…
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Holding it, the coldnessleaves its mark,tells of its once-existentpresence, before a fadeof a crying moon.I wonder at you,when you came fromwaters made of iron,colored in a drainageof a felled heart.When I did kisswhat can come apart,I brought it furtherinto this shell of discoveries.Whenever I rememberall that curved,after each step towards it,I revisit its burialin a…
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Falling in,shedding skin,conversing in wordsmeant for childrenin their playgrounds.I’ve been strayingfrom the path,filled with obstaclesI’ve yet to conquer.I’ve been meaningto see what has beena guide, forward toa space, unlike thosetragic rockswhere reflectionsare present, insidefrozen puddles.I’ve been holdingonto a stained letter,crafted with the delicacyof unanswered prayers.No one calls backfrom across this lake,as I’ve been keepingthis form,…
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If this heartbeatcan be our whisper,I’ll let it singfor tears to becomea morning’s gleamof dewdrops.I’ll let it bringour eyes, close enoughto see our worldsswimming in their match.We’ve selected scenesto be played, repeatedly.We’ve been unitedeven within the mistthat we sometimes thoughtblinded us to presence.We’ve been lovingall details in this tale,connected, even whenwe felt we were drowningunder…
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These wallshave not been paintedwith an unmistaken,hopeless vision.I’ve come with color,revisiting the white,sharing memoriesto be framed.Hell is all to be well,when I am weighinga cemented crownupon a mind,one that’s lostall that had a cost.Heaven cannot sendits tears to flood a firethat quickens its spreadover encasing ruins.I have let blood washthese hands, into a crimsonstain of…
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A written chapter,a decided milestone,birthed fromunreleased emotion.A tinge of bitterness,growing this wildernessstreaming ontoimmaculate white.Whoever reads thiswill recognize somethingto be dead,and we’ll hope that they’llcontinue after a defeat of onewhose tale remains unfinished.They’ll extinguish candles,loosening their tongues,if that means tofinish what will be recordedin a room of shadows.We’ve shelved our stories,we’ve grown tired, while wewere always…
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What let you in?What let us go,moving with falling rain,healing only whenwe’ve forgotten the existenceof silent shadows?Sadness knocks on a door,colored in white,mistaken for the ivoryembedded in bones.We were designed to bebroken, when beneatha fatal kind of stare,worshipping the moon.Something has arrivedto settle itself in our hands,letting letters be writtenupon swollen hearts.We weren’t meant to…
Modern Romanticism 