Poetry
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I can forgive oceansfor letting you in, high uponbrokenness, though nothing ofsome careless emptiness, after I have sensedyour approach. Your breathteems beneathforgotten sunsets, with that same scarred handto hold, with this familiar painto scold in our identical,perfume of temperature. Are you ever feeling wanted?I am just the same,uncovered in these lowered clouds,where grief gently fallson…
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A broken vowhas drawn its dividing line,while a pair of lipsdrew out your messagefrom a heart,one that beatswith backwards footsteps. You cross another turn,drawing that target, though aligned centrally,being split evenlyas if you could accompanywhat tears us, between, when see-through cloudsbecome like dirtied hands. Your admittance comeswith sacrifice to your presence.You find value in eyeing…
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Drinking up,all that repelled usinto unending doubt, what made us go away,finding serenitywith quieter thoughts.Lighting our waywith the subtletyof fireflies, while waiting for that momentto bury our lips into the other.To drown senseless sentencesinto words, with wordsbecoming fragile whispers. All our steps went one way,while our breaths formed a storm, as we dragged our bodies,our…
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Colored bandage,wrapped about, holding downan undescribed deprivation –going without, without all thatflooded eyes into separationfrom what follows –a shadow, at its longest, since sunlight surrendered. To tears, to streamat sight of ignition, a beginningtaking a turn, to find itselfburning into black and white,a division, between a road. While I held, she had kneltto catch falling…
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Holding back –with one last tear,bringing me back to thosebreaths, vacant from whatemptied me, from love’s overdose. Abandoning that dark,reclusive, elusive stage.Holding in a heart, of its contents, for a song could not, should notscream of an emptiness,too loud – not loudenough, from pages,to wordless,worthless pages. Whether bedsheets, or curtains, blood getsheld back.No blood gets…
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Once more, consequentialto ignore that shared shadow.A glimpse, a raw occurrenceof what we sought –being wrapped aroundour evenings, dilated in eyes,running loose, with soiled bandages,fading with wounds,too new. We look forhidden chances,believing in beingcarefully selected,under heavy enterprise,with prices for love,with elements of disaster. We drop, lowin worth, in reminderof what we keep forgetting.Another tug at…
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Briefly letting. Staying, andovercoming that least urgeto resubmit, though I’ll letourselves, be endearedunder storms, where bliss can bewrapped around, as a bandage.I’ll let, these eyes flutter,casting themselves apart,from stinging smoke. What burned, though what’salways avoided, in our heat?Veins are spread, delicate,aromatic, apart to be violentfrom different horizons.Streaking sounds,deafening motions, high within, repeatedsensations of remorse. Coming…
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Consistency in distance.Constant in my usualpledges, of detailed remorse,laying a finger, loosened,stinging on ancient promise. Unexplored hallways, of a heartticking under a clock’s pendulum, keeping itself hanging. To another display,I would revive all those deadwords, rewriting lettersthat were never read. Without failure, I wouldgift additional unityto those waters, clasping withinall mirrors, all fragments, of reflections,I…
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There’s mimicry,among this collected imagery.I pull in, these waters –they’ve been reminding mehow much an ocean has grown, one of which, I set sailupon a form of countless holes. Who opened fire?Who let me sink,with only two handsto lend me, this rope? For too long,stumbling on answerafter unearthed answer, and stillsomehow, those wordswere speakingthrough their…
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Forced observation.Helpful, for whathas alreadybeen understood. Have youever lifted a heart,too wounded, to move? Move on,with those guesses,left behind. Within rubble,that was, always whereyou crossed invisible lines,finding me, insideblankets of shadows. I am bleedingfor another statement,empty to this misery. I am never findingthe cause. This current,broken element, emulating me. With nomessages, to be sent across,you…
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Chosen words.Worshipped promises.Don’t letyour streaming facego astray,letting empty letterspile higher. As your heartcarries you on, in debris,fold those pages. Don’t fold yourself. Remember eachfeint, each tragedyborn upon wicked palms.I was nothing more,than what could notbe brought through. You standat Heaven’s doorway.You’ve knelt,praying at frosted windows.Remember this, if onlyto realizean increment of knowledgethat cannot retreatback into…
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I come along. Answeringwith fever – closer, in theseweighted, pleasuring momentswhen I leave a lingeringdroplet, on your open mouth,for your awaiting glance, testing a ghostto disappear, again. Craving a tear,coming loose. Carvingtwistedness,among jealous eyes, as you were looking awayto see, to pleafor a thing not brought back. Memories lost, among sands,faded inside dusty photographs –blackening…
Modern Romanticism 