Poetry
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Can I come cryingto pale-white surfaces?Your shoulders are thoseplacements, to a sculpture –a cold depictionof flesh, made of winter. Under blocked sunlight,attempting to withdrawtears, back into a freezing heart.Who am I to declare thereto be wrong, in death,in depleted breath? Who am I to understandthe call, from the sourceof love’s majesty? I have taken your…
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Let the colors seepin between. I know what hurtsyour heart, whatever burnswithin each vessel,without anchors. I know about everythingyou have lost, you have refused.You bond with shadows,lifting light, in the foldsof sacred bedsheets, where a rush depletes youinto becoming cold stardust. Scarred, ample in worry,as a petulant thing.To colors, to your disease,love always weepscountless raindrops…
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Pressing urgeto filter our wantsthrough our hurt.All I’m hoping for,while leading tragediesto safety, are those dayswhen our lovefaded our moon,restricted our doom. Dog’s leash, slave’s collar –symbols of our belonging,before bleeding skylines. Refusing to stand. Kneelingupon earth, whereversunlight will land, and I am here,kissing your hand,before our fleshturns to sand. Battered, amongst desire,in caressing our…
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I repeatwords which arerunning, to whereyou are fleeing –words that are revealingdistant sounds,neglected echoes. You are signalingfor the next arrowto strike your heart, and was Imerely the symptom,before your cure? You’ve closed our book,while I’ve reopenedour significance to that last page.I still see those tearstainslike melted snow,like pain I knowwill blossom a gardenfull of weeds,…
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A captive. Once,a stranger to yourfervent glance. Here,being one man, one lesspain, for your symptomsare as bare as petals, being all color, without awarenessof a beauty’s demeanor. I keep this place of myself,a prison, a mazewhere veins are hallwaysinside your broken heart.Who had eroded you?Who had given you a glimpseof what cannot be needed, cannot…
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You’ve created labels,letting symbols forge connection,while leaving wounds openfor the next selection.Your world, a wilderness,a space to be lost,while signs are everywhere –everywhere, but leading feelings nowhere. To a door – you are exitingfrom tragic sceneries,of rooms covered with dust,of closets, where those emotionsstart to rot, start to rust. I remain here, holdingthe wind, only…
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I look into eons,awakening my eyes,under a velvet, hazy sky,expecting to see an aftermathof a night of coldfor flesh, so old. Instead, that cold granted me warmth,steady in my isolation. A pillow, on my left sidereminds me of a deserting rose.A petal that had fallenon the floor of this burning roomreminds me,merely of its delicacy.…
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I have carved, into you,into your silencea certain cut,one that bleeds without mentionof what you’d do with it, but I knowyour last intentionhad been to crave sensation,had been to return yourselfto bitterness, to resignation. I have heard you,crying for another frail momentto sting you, in its embrace.I had oceans to give you,empires to crown you…
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Modern dualities, our ceremonyof entering into persuading arms,as we are daring –filling our cup with the contentsof each other’s stares. I love, whereas I also danceto these thuds of a heart,familiar to that of bodiesfading with their suddennessof losing balance. We have fallen, in lovewith our own storms.We seek mirrors, while hidingour ugliness, from the…
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A soul keeps cryingfor something that lingers behind,following with a slave’s whipagainst flesh, against a shell.Whose Heaven is what kind of Hellto the perception of bereavement?Someone wants to sufferhere, among limited debris. Can tears forever fall?Can rain forever declinethe life, from cloudsthat shroud the sunshine? No one can find freedom,when leaking their heartbeatsbetween fingertips,like bitterness…
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Unstable. Let the currentflow faster, out fromyour once-consuming eyes.Foundational. A loosened starbrings the void closer,brings the absencea little farther, after I havecollapsed into space. Unable. I am ableto count what goes missing.A unification, a singularitythat streams in a lightless,sightless motion.Your eyes are closed,your beauty has drawn closeto sceneries I have burned, as I am, now,wading…
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How I wishI could sail above these tears,no longer drenched in these fears,instead of lowly wailing forsomething beyond a closed door. A pain keeps setting me aflame,reopening binding veins,not letting me breathe,when I am drowningbeneath floorboardsof memorable rooms, endless,with colors this crude, this senseless, in theirshapelessness. How I yearnto be above the blame,the distancing scorn.How…
Modern Romanticism 