Poetry
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Blanket those memories inan enclosed heart, in astamped envelope. We arefinding our path, among stars,watching passing debris,never fading, so longas we bear ongoing steps. Our kiss brought rocks,upon our eyes. Our yearningcame down, as crystal tears,while we dreamed of what canbe, beyond those waves.Still in pain, still among thosequestions, without answers,lands, without life. We walk,…
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Turn a page. Take apetal, from where it firstsprouted. A newbornvessel, lost, in its undertow.A river, to a departurehas set afar, our matrimony.White moths gather,turned to ashes. A white altar brought forthstep after stumble. While weheld a fortune, in arms,we wept, without waiting.We turned pagesto see those stellaroutcomes, under rain. Alone, to hear our tone,to…
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Tell a lie. Tell those eyeswe were due for morewhen time slides glaciers,over tombstones.A sentence, a crude ringgiving gesture to magnetism.You were free in this light,roping surrenderaround me. Un-against grain, insideporcelain towers. We reachedfor Heavens, combined,while love drewaround us,one perfect circle. Paved footprints, angles ofplaces we fell in, to go,while our hearts quakedour answers into…
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Obstacles. Orange eyeshold us, for a pauseon this tight race onwardto no finish line.None, we are able tocome, down torevealing our inkin page-less lives. We consider. We rememberwhen our knots were formed.A stop, with burning forests,inside a bewildered gaze.A cup of water,drunken at this haze.Two cupped breasts,one beating heart thatescapes, to be pulled backwith all…
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A part of us. Apartfrom all that quenchedour hearts. Two starsthat pounded in dyinglight. You surrounded ourwide oceans with dust,while forging bridgesturned to rust. Castrated memories,ended sympathies.Blueprints for a better future,holding blue skies, opened,all burned. After a letterdetailing those tearsdrowning you in violet stormsinside clouds, we were torn. A rose held out,each petal torn outlike…
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Will soldiers seeeyes that meet? Weepingwhile uncovering shelteredbodies, captured in soil,watered underskies full of grief. A ruin full of them,hearts that gleam if onlyto scream. Hearts that beatif only to sleep.Upon an unknown daywhen heat has risen,shelter will benowhere ideal to pray. A mother’s arms,her child’s harmshealed at a brush froma hand. His tears tastedfor…
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Hold this ropealongside, for those sideswe might have crossed. Kisses for our eyesback into amnesia,back into reminderfor what we lost. A thin ray from a moonsets us to sleep,too soon, too late. A newborn child’s curiositygrew from sheltering blankets,for lips to breathe nebulas,for arms to wield oceans.We were infants with our gazesfinding stars, while our…
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No one cantend to your land.No one canlift Autumn leavesup to where youstand, with tears thatfloat. Like a messageencrusted as grief’s hiddenanswer, you are thistree, with stretching limbs. You are in bliss,only when you are weeping.You are missed,when you are revealinga world that went gray. In these hands,I have caught what youhave dropped. Withall that…
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Blank, that. Blanket thoseorbs of spider-woven breasts,while we breathe a towninto infantile silence. Slender one. Tender, to noneother, than a man’s hunger. Taken in. Taken, againto see your eyes this helplessto bare your flesh, in sickness,safe in a sinful story. You warn me. Kept to beingcareful. While I am here,you will demand. You willentertain these…
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When upon. Whereuponthose pages we typed,described. Whenever,wherever we mourn outsidethose sides of crystalmirrors. Desperate reflection,viewing darker sidesbehind hands that conceal. These foreverpromises to believein anything more thanpainful grief. Graceful. When grateful,while wielding our courageto escape from dark halls. Wasteful. When kissestremble, under those risingeyelids that see. Always seeingpaining swells in oceans. Colored vows. Vanityoften resembles…
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Grieve awhile. Find asmile, tied upon thin tracks.You were always giftedfor yearnful endings.When water everlifts you, I mightempty you. I willhand you our stories,on silver cutting boards. A new covering. Anewto heal, without yoursetting of facelessformations, in those whiteclouds. This infinite displayof dust, upon an ocean’scurves: it holds us. Warm, to kneeldown, to cold waters,while…
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Stalled eyes. Wanderingupon a lonesome. Meanderingwhere thoughts considerunspent moments, beneathgrey weather. Here, yourreflection burns a hole,your eyes have run ahead,upon this road that wewere both meant to dread. Lingering hours. Tresses thatfall back in flooding wind.A scent caught. Tearstainsbrought. Down, onto your effigythat burns, a former mileleaving flesh tangledin a reverie’s whirlwind. I remember, while…
Modern Romanticism 