Poetry
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I count you,leaving as dust,smoldering over, in red,upon lips, decoratedwith rust. I am shelteredin surrounding fog.Blanketing memories, everkeeping me nearto surrender. When Ipray to those clouds,I still find everything thereto be collected inshivering hands. Those moments I come outto see a sun being liftedfrom somewhere distant,I begin to feel an ocean,before my dive,I feel where…
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Tongue-tied. We were oncebound by truth.Held down with rings,within no fairytale. We roared with those firesthat fell to our eyes. Blinded,under surges, with urges,inside summer’s sting. Starved flesh, made to bringblackest guilt, uponimmaculate shoulders. While you areletting go, pale skin nolonger looks sick,to you. Once, blinded,in light, in dark, beingreminded of somethingwe both forgot.When you…
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Piles ofshelter, your limbs,your creases,within releases,while life depletesin this mirror. Fell your tears,walking north. Kissthis sadness, into blue,aching in starvation.Your resignationto die, before a river,as you will letrapids come close,after flesh opens. Wait for nightto designateour time-zones tobe similar, to befamiliar. Where haveall our oceans left? Pressure me, while youlive to misunderstand me.Do not ever…
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Whatever hiding spot. Meethere. We wander on hot pebbles,living inside fissures. These roads, where all oursuns come down. Those valleyswhere all our growthfell low. We copy our youthbackwards, on a long walkback to yearning. Each inescapable sunrise,all daylight we shun,while words can run onas prayers for a grave. Late to beattacked for belief.We are closed…
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Ignite. Bright lightcarries debris past thispast. One awakeningsun can tear our shelterdown, these walls toshake under a range offorgotten emotions. You live near me.You age, while decayingnext to me. You wereburied with another heart,that stopped moving.When we touch,explore a world thatcarries no crutch. One last letterburned into a letter,detailing our history. One more teardropto describe…
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Fable this. Tell thisupon telltale symptoms – you connect, among thisvirus, called love, calledanother symptom outfrom someplace deep,from somewhereunconcealed. You are this stain;rain upon a crudeshelter, while nothingmoves. Each wordburied at their thirddegree. Each smile,all frowns, takento graves, into walls,burned into dust. To dust, coating your eyes.To rust that stains yourfingers. To love that neverfades…
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Say your sadness. You havealways been burned intoscreaming your madness. Youhave always longed fora watering touch, from onepair of approaching eyes. You have burned for enough,falling apart, long enough. A bed for you. Rest for youto never count what hasbeen left. What stays, insidea closed shell, on your soul,on your eyes – a building’sinferno. You…
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Count raindrops, find thattears will never stopmissing you. On this curvingpath, we stay blessed,with wreaths atop our head,with eyes held toa porcelain moon, ourlone shelter in this night. Deserting ourselves to feelings,to scars we unbind, unstitch,while inside this templeof worship, we kneel to implore,to explore those scenerieswe have adored. This shelter,a pair of ivory arms,cradling…
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Twin’s eyes – shared heart,blanket these momentsin triumphant starts. We’ll goto make Heavens, above,empty themselves. An unveiling procedureto bring forth a promise,words painted with blood,devotion dropped intoyour throat, where youlisten, without yielding. Another soul hasbeen extinguished.Another pair of eyesare burned outwith dressed candles.Our own, to ourunguarded hearts, weplant a kiss. Westumble through voidsto nestle inside…
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Fly up. That winter blueamong grayest eyes, needsno truer shine. All that a sunwill do, to crack betweendepression’s clogs,will begin our trek onward,apart, from bloodied arenasto our feuding hearts. All that our kisses can depletefrom deception’s care, we cancontinue to believe. Sculptures,a fire’s hardening. Faces,a cruel winter’s passing.We carve out bullets from armor,to be dressed,…
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I have beenwatering this burninggarden, knowing littlethat grief can do,while you starve underpressure. There, youplace rocks, around yourfate, inside a shelter,wanting no warmth,needing no embrace. That mouth, those fingershushing words, on no tonguethat will taste a bitterness.Here, I have taken awayall glimpses, of some sanityI had hidden away. We loved a little lie,dying on that…
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Drops against a stone.Sanded down, dulled intoshapes of hulls. We plodon, with our eyes,always sinking. Drops againstan overturned rock.Sands for hands thatcarve ropes aroundburning throats. Shoresignite in all things wehave ever adored,ever did abhor. Anchors. Ruins, madefrom cannons to emotions,from hounding oceans.Love came with its treasure,a heart pieced together,soon becomingshade, under weather. Dust for these…
Modern Romanticism 