Poetry
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Held close, consigned,informed of what we might lose,ashamed of what we might closewhen our hearts are loosened,after knottedinto that flaming noose. Designed, to run freewhen we were told to seethe things we brought up,signing our nameon each other’s soul,and igniting lettersthat spokeof nothing ever wrote. We were bound to break,but knowing this,we were still caughtin…
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Identical stains on whatwe have contained, we have wornlike burn marks that revealtwin ordeals. We have been breakingthis bread, our flesh,listening to heartbeats in the morning,when the sun comes around –around the corner,to see us, the mutual mourners. There’s enough here, enough nearto be here – living in discomfort,as it’s enough to knowthe number of…
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Highlighted liquid.Seeing far, closing nearto where these arms had heldwhat will eventually slip, but I amuse myselfin deepest recollection. I remind myself of this,undressing my eyes in the moonlight.I realize, whenever there’s a chance,to see when I contained youin this grip, before you slipped, while we cried,as hundreds of flakes of snowmelted with our breath…
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Extinguished stars. I am callingfor other gateways. I am remindingmyself, that when I fall,I am merely departing from wheremy life had always stalled.When fears are lit, to becomeblack ashes, I am walkingto find Heaven, leaving a burned trailof vacancy and stardust. I enter another path, holding handswith wide-open curtains.In letting loose the purposeof running fields…
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Division, parting ways witha decision. Hearing still,when you wake, when you scream,falling at what might beyour final breath. I still yearnto catch you, in these arms,which are still burninglike the boughs of a tree,caught in its blaze. I still keepwith what remains unitedamong cherished dreams,where kisses swelled,upon our wings, where we soldour hearts, being nakedin…
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What did you do?Going there, knowing wheremy body might fall,letting the rocks come loose,from mountains. I am still wishingthat you, with your infinite turnswill return. I am still hopingthat secrets are not your way.I am still glancingover these pale shouldersto see something I I had missed, like another reflection of mineI had left, in thosebottomless…
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Bending echoes,brought out from a lingeringpuddle – one that ripples,in the senseless stormsI keep reaping. The winds,the dirges,the dismal howlsfrom a throat, that kisseshave long-since abandoned, but here, you remain. You speak, from that tainted shore,where letters, drawn overthickening lineswere left. With more timeto be, with whateversands have kept,in these bleeding palms, held onto likeprecious…
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Let yourself knowthat I’ve not dreamedwith an anchor being buriedin the mire, despite our veins having beenstopped of their flow. Despite our whims,we’ve made a home on the rockswhere ships were wounded,where hearts were lost. Some will followeach step of a bloodied stream,but we turn to the rust, letting kisses rot,when we must. We’ve imprinted…
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Distant scars,like loosened rainfall.Present memories,like these forever fields,running with those trickles, from a lost pairof extinguished eyes. I still yearn to keep youcaptured, in these arms –ones that have roamed,forever, to meet you, to greet youwhile you are findingother ways, to treat yourself. I am losingsight, of a little candleflame,though I wantto keep the present…
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Once, we werelike devils, plummetinginto the Hell of each other’s arms,swarmed with heat,like a desert where nothinghad ever quenched usin our even thirst. We could have come upto see the sun, to observewhere we could run,holding each other close, but we werewailing like infants,roped in, dying withinterminal in what we began,whenever it ended. We have…
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I trespasson your gardens,lingering here, observing emptinessfrom a vacant pairof eyes, encased in wonderment. To let you know. To let you flowfrom this barren settingto an aftermath,reunited with color,retelling your talearound fire. To hope, beyond all that,that you will break free, beyond all thatkeeps you occupiedin your searing mind,from those thathave settled you into memoriesthat…
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I know this danger.Loose, endless, and simplein its message,though reminding youof all that never wasin your palms,like fallen petals. I realize where the snow fallson each tress of your hair,brought back to set upyour eyes, to see the sunrise,but you’ll be looking back,soon enough,not soon enough. You’ll be drawing curtainsover illumination.You’ll be bringing yourself backto…
Modern Romanticism 