Poetry
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Who knocks on his door? A nurse bathed in white; for I say, he has not yet left. Please give him ease. I give him ease, with his hand held in mine. I will grant him relief, with his breath taken into mine. As luck might have it, I have listed a measure of peace,…
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All those autumns, parted together,but we sewed each word. Still managingto bind roots into a knot. Here, keepingour tears streaming off living verdure. Still calling for your warmth,running from a gaping pair of lips,vacant from one more soothing kissto keep winds moving –our words, promises in unison,our lives still with thumping hearts, watering down our…
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Vain. Veins, lashing from smoking eyes,lowering bodies into timber,ample for our aching fire. We sift,when we drift, desiring nothing morethan all the world’s hope,combined, believing more in what hearts had costto drown in blood that we lost. There are leaving stars.There are remaining scars – from a dreaming night, where wehad been wallowingin the gleam…
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A piece of me, fallen into you,dropped as a bucket into your soul. Through what naivetyexpresses this glimpse, this journeyto carry you from falling overboard,because I know you’ve built that ocean,I know you were lost in those skies,deafened in your own cries,frozen among endless motion. I have ended your stagnation,your overdone resignation.Kissing your faint heartbeatinto…
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Born into those brittle flakes. Inside shelter, where all such dustattempts to intrude, while I haveremained here to eludewhat melts into tearsbeneath a morning’s sun – another infant above those clouds,granting warmth to quivering palms. Another face, born into a different daywhile time has frozen where I stay. Another light, screamingto keep me calm. Another…
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Not knowing. Never sharinguncovered scars, we are foreverburied in bleeding arms, pondering on thosemerging possibilities. Have wefelt more than a universe,creating and recreatingstars that gleam like tearson edges of extended flesh? Reaching palmswant to tear free a diamondfrom a measureless sky.Though we can utter our vows,while we eclipse the sadness,we still stain these night-timeswith disconnectionswe…
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I hoped that ifthis world never barricaded usfrom heated moments, beneath, unseen from sole torment,we’d reside. Encased in oceanic coldness,though buried in volcanic arms, concealed in truest warmth,wielding torches in either hand. I hoped that ifwater kept us flowing overboard,we’d meet at an ocean’s bottom,buried under Mankind’s tears –because light was never theirs,as light had…
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Returning to those dangers. Returningwith those letters, written without promise,written with ink of a depleted heart,one that remains black,like thunderclouds, like raven shrouds,like desertions in the desert skieswhere wind has no direction. Bring back your stare,let me confine myself to the velvetin your blue, discolored eyesgoing from an oceaninto a paranoid monochrome. Returning to those…
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Pioneer the loss, while you fadein this dimming heart’s flame, I shoulder what I’ve always cradled,keeping you companyin the sickness, in those tearstains – hanging onto your chinwith a man’s deformed touch,with remnants of our fire. Hang by every droplet,let your hands soak in imagerysettled into puddles, within soilthat have absorbed our reflections, though have…
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Silenced heartbeat. Awakened reprieve.I, once more, hold a token for another trainthat will travel me towards that edge,outside of this space of sanity. One more kiss, sent towards barest air,with shelter toppling into burning sticks.One more light of passionfrom another wakeful lighthouse,guiding this engine into devastation. I will want to hear these limbsfade out of…
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Cold stardom. Left adrift, bleeding currentsgray with the wash of afterglow.I let you ignite, become white with the night’scomforting fairies. Though, I will dreamwithout leading that stone into future steps, not that heart that kept sinkinginto puddles from these red-rimmed eyes. No more to us, what kept merginginto firestorms – after showers that weremore than…
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Mishandling the melody. The memoryof us, burning undercover, in those shadows,infiltrating – stepping towards a futurewe painted, then we tainted our road with snowwith tracks we could not retrace,within warmth where wewere unable to embrace, deep undercovers both black and blue,in an ocean of a nestled two. Twin’s hearts longing in the longstretches of feverish…
Modern Romanticism 