Poetry
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We overheat,when we rush,when we dissolvewinter, into our aftermath.Who holds hands, anymore?Who else tells secrets,beneath folded bedsheets?I have gained no courageto continue this fight, as I amwilling to keep this heartbeating for no more.I’ve lost a ring of promiseto a distant moon,bending rays of lightaround these fractured bones.Nothing burnsas often as it should,when I am…
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I’ve been floodedinside recluse water,hoping for somewhereto hide a disappearing,baneful repeat.What held us close,enough to see whatwas expected to come up?Was it a promise,darkened in its strings,woven in its bonded,imprisoned figure?I release tearafter freezing teardrop,after knowingall that kept me forgivinga storm’s reversing trailI had followed, until Ishredded hope’s sails.Naivety is a drugthat takes apartthe better,…
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You dissolved,finding some spaceto dress yourselfin emptiness and burial.You’ve fadedto lost words,unkempt promises,burned orchards.I wished to not rejectyour winter, your ice-coldembittering framework.It arrived after the fallof a heart, one in its silence,eclipsed in the sunderingfrom storms, from violence.You were those wordstrapped beneath leaves,after you had chosen meto be the one who grieves.I overturned all,seeking what…
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You seek remedyin these snows.They’re not newfor you to carvea rewritten name,yours, from the hourglassto be traced at your feet.You seek meaningin the void, locked withinsomewhere to hide,making love to a darkness,but you are not revealed,unless you come out,unconcealed and unsealed.In blind purpose,you dig your grave,dip your feetin waters that reachup to your chin.In that…
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I’ve chosen to drift onwith these clouds around me,leaving their rainto resurrect a mountainof all that had burned,on its endless slopes.Something morewilts in an era,where shattered glassreveals all anglesa reflection can be viewed.Someone listens,but does not give awaytheir location,through a whispered prayer.Someone has not learnedtheir own repeated language,enough to stall the comingpresence of a futurethat…
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I spoke for her,for what she saidshe has been losing.I held her in one hand,cradling her neck,clenching a swan’s frailty.I swore to her remorsethat all of this can bereversed into nothingness.I told her own oaths,as words came pulsing.As tears drizzled down,passing through holesof ruins, in a winter’sden of stained white,I blew her candles out,crisscrossing her…
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Loosen knots,welcome the lightborn after the dark.Before then, we did resideinside a cell, within a womb,as one comforting tombfor us to hide.Might we seekbeyond the temptationto remain behind,sunken in resignation?Might we push pastthis stagnation that fillsthese endless hallways?Might we come to,finding our hope in thosepale-blue springs?There, a hand extends,viewed in its depths,in a rippling reflection.To…
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Adrift, you’ll bewishing for stones to becloser to contain the fire.You choose to bethat far, while watersare leaving your eyes,making for a sea,one that remembers,after it dismembers.I’ve come to repeatthose words that you calla comfortable lie.I do not aim to leave itlike a weight in your lap,if you can connect it,its meaning to a manwith…
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Shattered bya written destiny.A formless promise,to be defied, if onlyher river will runthe other direction.She stares, from outsidea storm’s interior,examining all that hasdecor upon decor,until it goes from whiteto black, in the stillnessof another anchored night.She fears for her inabilityto find it in herself, to release,into an ocean’s coming ease.She continues to intake,to inhale, never…
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I was wrongto let these handsfind their wayto close arounda light, discovered inthe prison cell of someonewho wanted to remaincovered in her stains.I cannot cleana certain sickness,from the heart of onewho finds no meaningin a foreign devotion.She views these attemptsto bring her into viewof a scene, that hasbeen grown out of weatherthat does not differthe…
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Pass your torchto the other side,as a signal for reunion,a sentiment, to revisitall that came undoneafter it was a knotaround our necks.If I come crawling,will you accept the treatmentof a heart that yearnsfor another treatmentof the same love,the same stardust?Something has gleamed,though we’ve ignored itfor fear of being hurtwhen lost under each other’smeandering footprints.Something has…
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Alabaster. Through all,I devote your depiction,bringing life to this canvas.A mind remembersall it can, when I’ve drawna circular frame on walls,where even soundsare fossilized.I’ll bleed us dryfor a connective scenery.I’ll give it an anchorto weight it intothe ocean of a heart,leaving its wounds opento continue this creation.For curves to rival this world,this soil, where I’ll…
Modern Romanticism 