Poetry
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You pencil your tearsonto aging years.Love regresses into thosepages you will undress,leaving onlyfolded covers,surrounding your vulnerable,embittered shelter. Untie yourself.Tell a shadowits wholesome farewell.Pine over that wrong light,but find your eyesturning towardsan unhindered sight. Traced in a mirror,sculpted around me. Shapes once torn apart,asymmetrical amongshed tears, shed leavesfrom hands, from branchesonce hung low. Be here. Reach…
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I wanted salience,from your outheld radiance. Leaves grow in your stretches,falling to blanket me. Less to see can beall I want, in this moment,fatal within eternity. Your used up chances,with change uponyour scattering dances. I’ll sift through bleached watersto find you in reflected clouds. I’ll hold hope in a cup,hearing spring coming up. Your autumnal…
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Poem #1 Pull your Pale Flag Wide letters.We were holding on,while recognizing.Those shapes. These marks.They have stuck like glueto these gray hauntsin the washing blue. Worded. Remembered.Burning ships that tag along.Fated noosesthat hold up bottled necks. Stored messages for the sea.Stored letters that go unseen. Who shall hear our screams?Who shall worship our stars,put out…
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Here’s those petals,scattered. Clumps of graydispersed, in surrendering clouds,hanging low. I have rainedenough lines, to dressthem with letters of scorn.Burning shapes, wornwhile rolling in thunder,on these defeated shores. Here’s our facesdisplaced in a mirror.I see where you dance.Hear you, as youare weeping from bitternesscaught as lost dropletsin a worthless bottle.Are you this blue,floating on an…
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Pain that never conveysanother second, nor a wordwhen a kiss plants itself as a seedon your time-worn lips.Holding hope uprightin deep soil,inside a forever heart, raisedlike tortured infinityagainst this limitless night. I have another secondto shelter you,in decaying arms. I label your mirror,understand your face.I see simple sights,a sickness that repeatsin a thudding heart.Carved ruby,…
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Viewing what fades.Like a pencil that redrawsan erased outline, in cobbledroadways. You fadein me, though come againin stiff, morbid memory.I want to heal these lungs,before breathing next.I hurt. I don’t bleedthis soil enoughto be red. As I neverlose enough,to be dead. You are a sunsetwho shines a savored second,before blacking out.I want to lie about…
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Carved stones. Eyes, hidden inhistory’s puddle, where weare seeing the same scenery.Listening beneath, from abovewhere rain falls from coated clouds,too cold to snow.As we are too tired to sleep,we hold on for as longas Heaven will weep. Fortresses made. Tearstains savedon those white curtains thathide our forms, within identical dust.We are sheltered from disaster,seeing stagnant…
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Funnel thoseteardrops, into this open,discarded mouth.I still misstastes of a sunrise,blooming without disguise,as we caressedstones on a rough road,stressing for finalityto release a breathwe held, and could notever use to turnour eyes, behind. Funnel history’s glancesdown insanity’s laughing throat.Pour down all your bitterness,as I remember it,as I only remember it. I realizethat you are pasta…
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To color, dynamic. To skin,aromatic, in what comforts us,conceals us in reflection,divides us, in selectionfor whom will remain hereclosed behind doors, open withinflooded corridors. We arebandaged, in each other’s arms,seeing pain, never tamedin mirroring eyelids. Passion bites. Nerves exciteall our muscles to move usonce more, on a final twistto a connecting kiss. All our veins,…
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Recognizable cost.Territorial loss.I am even with your thoughts,holding your trembling hands. Fabling on dimmest realities,screaming in closetsfor closure’s clarity. Losing our trail,on a crippled horse.Moving backwards,while weatherkeeps getting worse.I leave bottles opento count dropletsin unified rush. One barren journeyto see where we dividedour asymmetrical petals.Washing our eyes with soil,flooding a spacebeneath our feetwith dried tearstains.…
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I laid you, bare.I sealed you. To see you,dressed without dare,adorned without honorto these eyes that stare. All those roomsto empty you,with these paintingsto represent you.You fade in a bedtimeof shadows,taped to the ground. Black dresspinned to a wall.White corridorswith blurred photographscapturing your wails.I trapped youto refer you, to inter you,to wait until you hear…
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I’ll savewords, for dedication.I’ll bleed, if youwant me to,on that cross for yourdeserving salvation.I brought a mother’s eyesdown, to starve her ather son’s burning crown,a bloodied halo. I brought a cradle, made fromrotted twine, thornbushes,to be all thata love dying twice,will be for.A man’s ignorance,his flaming heart.A woman’s witness,a desperate startto flee from all thatHell…
Modern Romanticism 