Poetry
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Bold nights. Centered frights.I wake to find youless than a note awayon a scale of burningsheet music. To shadows, that escapewith greater speedthan fading sunlight. You will be morphedwith all your sunset curves. You will be more distant,than when you dimmed. You will be blackenedat connections of heat,becoming furtherthan stagnant distance. Fires extinguishat a bottle…
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Broken sounds.Rediscovered signals.This path is guidedwithin each of your breaths. I draw lines,getting erasedat the last of your heartbeats,leaving me with a rhythmI cannot ignorewhen it is youI abhor. I was closeto a corpse who breathed,someone who hoarded fleshupon everyone’s death,everyone who sheever wept foras they bled upona naked floor. Those rhythms, sounds,broken like ground…
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I’ll hopebefore another riverI can kneel before,presenting a circle of gold,returned from an era that cold. This river flowsbeneath an immaculatecovering of white.Another place, to tracethis name of mine,for another chance for fame,within another heart in time. Down that path,I’ll go. I’ll no more wanderwith breath among snow.I’ll melt this scenery,if to see a distinguished…
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After we felt enoughto clog our eyes, to coverour skies withour shielding palms – we pull over these sheets.Closing a chapter,believing in nothing more,like birds of clipped wings. Like children without bread,to soon become anotherfor numerous dead.Like those helpless without answers,praying to a vast canvas,to watch God paint colorsdrenched like gleaming sicknessat their nailed feet.…
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Long notes. Senseless promises.We are a year too old,folding our scars in each other’s arms.A sunset, left upon lipsthat are dried in an absenceof what time had skipped.All those letters. Every tearwe dig up, we hand backlike feathers to a naked bird. Lost trail. Swayed eyesto another path outside ofeverything we cried after.Once to present…
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All those thornsdig deep, like shardsof reflectionsin an eternal hourglass.Someone’s lovewas once trappedin these blissful stainserupting from a church’s waters,in windows that were replicasof former erosions,of smoothness to palmspierced with nails for portraits,pierced with teeththat leave marks. Pureness in sickness,while life weeps in its defeat,fallen into armsthat keep a child silent.This love, leaking out froma…
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If shecan contemplate me. All that sheheard of this feeble heartbeatloving for her own heat,for those blooded veinsthat boil when I pass. I stayas a blank shadow,asking for life.Asking for life,even under pressureof borrowinga sunlit kiss. Asking for life.Repetition within strife,while blue goes above gray,while sickness smothersexistence of days.As a shadowwho asks for life,asks for…
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I came here to repeat wordsfrom a voice that tells its soulful song,from a muted bird. I came hereto see what will nevercome back to me.Like springtime jealousiesmourning over lossesof unshaped emptiness,of a white canvas,of a tabula rasa gifting opportunityfor all enslaved colors. You are a body’s lengthburied, in soil, unevenwith the heartbeat of mine…
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I live. Your streaming fingerstrace veins where should be scars,pass along scars where should beyour hollow kisses.I keep connecting youto those long pathwayswhere I deserted old photographs,where I left those notesthat described all your details.I want, though cannotbury you, again, in a heartmade to somehowkeep beating. You are cemented in corridors,added as each blockto build…
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I wanted torekindle a futility.I gravitated northto see my reflectionin muddled waters.I wanted to knowif aurorasever vanish. Puddles.Lakes.Perfumes from an ocean. Waves for departure,upon broken outlines of loss,drawn at an endless,tortured shoreline. No one needs to know.I keep bleeding these pleas,to remake futility. A hand that got away.Two feet that dipped lowlike a bucket full…
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Tell your soulto part ways.Drift on that pathlesshighway. Go nowhere.Filter a vacant light,somewhere. Fill your spaces,your voids of where I lastedwith repeated, defeated,endless toiling. Split your gaze,fork your tongue.Let your clouds disconnect,and disguise whatyou’ll always resurrect. I know you.I know that youwill cling to thin strands,like your hair that goes grayunder adjacent monochromeof another dismal…
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I have been holdingmore of your call. More ofwhat escapes than yourbonding words.Voiceless. Transparent. You’ve surrendered.We have remembered.We are thosedroplets filtered through,for stormy highways. Condensed meaning.Hurt from hail that turnsour skin from marbleinto rust, from rustinto blanketing dust. A bridge remains. It gets rebuilt,before we ever cancollapse into shadowed arms. Holding nearby light,like a dream…
Modern Romanticism 