Poetry
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I came to believethat heartaches were wanderers,that teardrops were stormsmeant to scatter. I’ve foundthat you’ve come hereto remind me. You’ve comewith bitternessto your bite,with soundlessnessto your heart, while with a mute pair of lips,you’ll want for everythingthat heartbeats had skipped. You’ll face that fire,bringing your veins to a boil,hearing what littleanother offering of wordshad promised…
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Come to blame?Those cracks, both ofa heart, of a mirror,breathing smokeover a broken reflection, as you might bewhat you say you might be, or you might bethe same as those cracks,repairable as the nextbroken faith. I brought you here,to a place whereall of your scars can be seenfrom an uncovered spot,where shadows cannotseal your worth.…
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I can confirmthere is an estrangement,there has beena taxing embellishment,while there was alwaysa long-lasting sustenancethat has becomean overwhelming starvation, as we were bornfor beauty’s sake,though never receivingHeaven’s answers. Escaping to Hell,if only to find shadowsto conceal us.Our light,under an undoing disguisewere this world’s drumming sound,bringing healing all around, while now we lose breath. Helpless, under…
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Make your standhigh above the delicate rush,the evening pushto be carved in sands,painted, strokedin asymmetrical disaster. Waves came in, faster,drawing your head to a sea,to see what could notbe believed. You’ll crush what remainsas always itself, ample.It eluded arms, that swingtheir embrace, aroundempty air. At first, hearing a cryin a shell, outside your own.At last,…
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Another breath,full of smoke. Full, with remedies,reigniting certainties,realizing fatalities, upon thatinborn rush, running with clogged veins,fleeing with uncontrolled fire,returning with unresolved desire,leaving after going through,without you. I wake up, surrounded by walls,hung with unfamiliar portraits.I stand up, embracing a ghost,hearing heartbeats bounce from cornerto darkened corner, with fevers eruptingin spaces where prayers went,came back, unanswered.…
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Stirring withinall our contemplations,dreaming of nights, whenfascinations can blurthemselves, within faceshaving vanishedof their remorse. To all thoseworsened feelings,we hold onto teardropslike we’ve ever been heldin arms – like oarspaddling us back,in a drowning embrace, reliving a misguided tension,finding pain a relieffrom a helpless pair of wings,flying without directionin those cloudless skies, for happiness is no…
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Who made it soclouds were shaped to becurtains, covering uswith showers of repression? We are painted blackwith ink, of our grief,writing letters to a smothered Heaven,weeping for something beneath,caught between our feet,given desire between our knees. A displayof completeness, of hollowness,for what is leftin this drift? Here are used upexpressions, from faces,of those that weremeant…
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Carrying this. What is it,but a gesture I have made, before?I have left you a trail,sent over a lightless shoulder,like a tumbleweed,carried by heated winds. As you clingonto a rock, ontosomething that keeps youalways guessing. It rewrites you,over again, as remakesof your broken soul. It rapes you. Rewiring you,in tethered reconnection,in sinful resurrection. Attached. Like…
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Born. I had come,bringing tears, into yoursteady arms. I have answeredyour prayers, under dim skies,though you alwayswondered why. You always gave intodoubt, with never a truthto be covered, when it everhad been spat insideyour open mouth. There, with open arms,with nothing more for yourselfto see, as a place full of harm,because you have gonewith sickness,…
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I keep openbooks – ones that haveyour eyes, your face,a mouth that tries to speakas it fails to breathe, streaming crimson across a skyline,burying light inside a heartthat falls, naked, inside crisscrossed arms. When you limp forward,I leave a heartbeat backwards,stilling you, for a moment,to believe the everything of me,in your struggle to release. With…
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Whose loss, with whose visionfinds us, dark, in our surroundings? We are losing stones,in letting them fall into rivers.Our reflections do not matter,for our arms never carried muchwhen spilling solid tears,into everythingthat continues to flow, sideways, always sideways,on identical pathways. On separate highways,we have lost, with tunneling vision,seeing across, and losing spacein every direction. Wandering…
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Heartfelt vapor.Turning keyin a doorway that heldeverything. Although, nothinghad ever kept our signals crossingbefore we sheltered,beneath leaves, under an embraceof fog – merely a melted curtain,about us, blinding usinto drifting gray. Where were we to go? Among all those twisting roads,our veins led us nowhere,while shadowsbled us, everywhere. We are belonging – to stayinside this…
Modern Romanticism 