Poetry
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Eyes wired shut. Mouth open,with burning circuits toshorten our ties, speaking withdeafening voices, screamingour promises intodarkened hands. We are leakingthose sources, to those fireswhere our dreams werealways flaking. Our forms, shakingfrom fear’s relentlesspresence. We relive that sentence,that time spent in a prison.Locked, in hearts, thatbar us within ribbons,celebrating a theme of madness. Are we abandoned?Another…
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If I had seen what you collected,like dust in a starlit soul,I might have diluted what rage I findto subsist me, to resist you.I might have clung to more than curtains,to see lakes that shine that moonabove where our hearts release gloom.I might have seen those shapes,those puddles, holding your tearsunwilling to let go. If…
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Lose those patterns.Let us drawunluckiest cards.We’ll lose controlover all outcomes,watching us becomea plain color,two faces never remembered,while we are coveredin welcomed shadows. Your eyes see anotheryou have savedfor a different day.Another heart to plant a seed,another pair of eyesto see you bleed,if for water to that gardenyou will forever weed. Our lives that stoprewinding their…
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While your light staysto warm my brittle flesh,I remain here to holdyour hand like a third limbI cannot ever sever. A sun from a windowmakes furniture dancearound this roomdressed in candles,adorned in your shadowsas you spread everywhere,fanning flames that close in,as darkness moves into keep me reminded. I want to let go.To turn back to…
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Walk your hurdles overto surrender yourself tothe chase. Every inchthat leaves you more amused,you’ll find what awaits youin a place that does notdefine your space. You haveonly succeeded inreusing old playgrounds. Step on flowersif it makes you excited,if it drives your thrillpast the moonwe both aimed for. Scorn the sunthat ignites your flesh,reveals your wounds,blames…
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Here’s to what bledand burned, fated from rustinto a stream of sleepless dustfor washed out eyes,from extinguished sighs.I’ll hide behind these shadows,pretending you’re here,seeing snow as onlyanother chapter to grow. I find that our worldwas built to count meteorsfalling like teardrops,finding their placelike water for a rose.I sensed an apocalypse,before you shelteredin dreaming darkness.I sensed…
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For you, I will remainholding your handin growth, in sickness,beside a bed decoratedin blanketing shadows.You surround, as contoursto reflective puddlesbrought down for my feetto dance upon,to catch a newest drizzlefrom sobbing eyes. I hold your rain in my heart,your hand, even whenwe are realms apart. I embed your stains like black puddleswithin rivers, where grief…
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I never forgotto pull bliss from your heart,to heal your naked woundseven while you lay,asking me to let you drownwhile covered in silver,connected to that centerpart of a familiar roomwhere our screamsturned from ivory to shadows. I never forgotto remove furniturecoated in your presence.I left my heart in a closet,keeping my mind paranoidthat your sighs…
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If I neverfell at your feetto cry your namein a long line. If I neverresisted these tearsthat carry me nowhere,I might have kept on. If I neverchose to watch youwilt like oceans could notwater your barren garden.If I had alwayskept sand from exitingbetween fingertips,like those words of promiseI let stray like dandelion seedsover infertile deserts.…
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Those wraparounds,bold curves. Wide in swerves,undressing in shadows,dressing in lace.Broken hands come around,embracing poison of sweat,water of lily pads. Between you, to bewithin you, I hold all ofyour declining droplets,meant for my mouthscarred from absence,meant as a substanceto feel like real presence. I bring you down to softnessfrom those rocks, cloggedin your eyes. I help…
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Now thatcrying eyes have solvedall frames and puzzles,I’ll look at your watered lawn,your garden that gleamsamong regrown forests. I’ll look at our bedwhere shadows have arrivedfrom set suns, closed eyesresting for greater depravityat retained thirst. Building our fatesto surrender to what weboth remember,holding droplets to soakanother page in our bible,weeping in vainfor forgiveness. Missing your…
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Burning rooms. Fields of vision.Your train of thought wires usin disconnection. I am helpless,in a battlefield without remission.Our vows are empty,without revision. Nakedness. Petal-less.A near bloom that fadedin an empty room. Rose-red picturesdiluted of their original flavor.We dried in our tears,while bringing our griefonto bloodstained letters. To wine, in its bitterness. To oceans in their…
Modern Romanticism 