Poetry
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Bloom phantoms.With us. Forget us,this world of infinitetomorrows. Soldiers weep on.Sunsets bring downa bucket to our eyes,bringing upa lake-full of yourpremature desertions. You took apartyour flesh. Behind us,death lurked withfaces, too many. Shadows build a hallway.Love creates a ceilingfor pleasure’s releasing.While we reknitthese eyes, opened withtears roaming on,hands will committo those places, buriedbeneath where we…
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Build roads. Burn shelterfor desperate parasites.We attach withour eyes, vague uponlasting tracks.Bruised palms. Brokendoors, open to lightbetween cracks in a smile. Are we fulfilled?Filled up, witha mouthful of ashes. Are we instilled?Reminded, to believein all thingsless than grief. We have openedcovers, to close our scarsin referenced endings. We have lost moreupon winter,in its choosing. White…
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Soft, sinking fidelity.Wait, until weopen gifts. Words area disease to devotion,are those bottleslost on an ocean. Thoughts to buildships, to never abandon,never skip overheartbeats, over foldsin bedsheets. For I willhold you behind curtains,when a storm crosses,keep you neededin bleeding burial. Move those riversthrough veins thatnever grow old.I have carved youout of naked ruins.Undress all that.Caress…
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It can go on. Thatbitter, fettered taste.Meant to confuse. Notmade to let loosehonest conclusions.How backwardswill we ever think? Those faces wemake, out from heartswe take turnsto break. I let my eyesreach farther,than these hands.I see those skiesbecoming clouded,before bedsheets of rainwill fall. Emboldenedpuddles, a reflection of ourglances, withinuncovered dances. Suffer me, gentlyto a moon that…
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Those burial of eyesdown intosickness and vapor.Watered down,handed down,with forever becominga brittle leaf beneathtwin stone feet. Let lessonsbecome songs,if you are able. Walking ahead,kneeling down tobreak apart those dead,without smilesto always dread. A summer’s surrenderto symptoms remembered.I have alwaysnurtured those dropsfrom your unshielded eyes.Pure to all palepaper, where notes of griefare sung to our belief.…
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Bewilder me, uncoverme, weathered beneaththis storm of your entry. Shapes turn violetinside touch, outside us,from starving winds. Words carried forthtowards parched lips. Someone said to me,“Can love define everythingwhen Heaven’s thronefulfills hearts of nothingupon coatings of dust?” Hand your answer downto a child’s certitude.Those bedsheets are stifledin a winter’s air.Covered hands, buried lands,weeping while eons…
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A thin direction.A crude selection,divided under two eyes,lost in one lie,bonded in her illusion.Let these waves outas a fractured solution. One caressunder curls of dust,tides of smoke.Her scent and dress,whirling witha nose to catch,hands to attach. Blended flesh,twisting formsinside ourdriving storm. We were wilted,without rain,without a signalto keep us stained. Further intoporcelain burial.I break apart…
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Pull our breaks.Pull out what breaks,leaking through a heater,washing through with fever.Our sun comes up,wakes up to ourdawning breath,on oceans where wecollect. Lovers dive,love survives.A heart, under shelter,where it survives.Late bloom,we ended enoughto cultivate.We brought enougharound, to fertilize. Cross those eyesupon cross-roads.Anywhere will be ourresting placeto reside. Passion escapes froma morning’s sigh,between flaming boughs.I will…
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Alongside, where oursubmerged, jealous mindshave been cagedwith bars of sticks.It prepares to burn us,readies to turn usapart, from vindication. We walk to go on,while staying idlein our bloodstreams. We have walked past ourempty graves, on stagnant feet.To kneel, with a symptomrising to our eyes. Our pain, that screams.Kept here, to teemin a forest of mist,where…
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Lay a fault,at a rusted coin.A token paid, foremptiest gain,leaving blameat bases of abandonedstatues and silhouettes,carvings withoutlines of yourfulfilling presence. Something scarred thismeadow. One thunderstormburned a markat love’s newborn awakening.As shadows, we raceacross tears left as dewon flowers with lowered,submissive heads. Believing our best canever overthrow that nextphase of unforgiveness.Believing we can bring back,can resurrectthose…
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Speak. Send a word. Floatbefore irises are caughtin springtime’s adjacency.Next to winter’s crueltywhere love rowsmemories, through glaciers,I’ll keep gravityas close as these tears,bleeding for years. One kiss, barren, for fertilesoil. Lay your eyes todepths of your lovelorn soul,to stir your sands skyward. One word, becoming two,before infinity rushes into adopt commitment withinthese enveloping gulfs. I…
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Without. Give, withoutthose eyes that were neveralways mine.Within. Present, withinall those memories where wecalled on, for home. A petal sits on a grave.One lonesome throne, seatedfor those that carry onwith lives blamed into dark,with others that made it farwithout turning overleaves nor idle shoulders. Tiniest thread. Dangle fromgray weather, above.Clouds without cracksstretch faces, engravedfor deluded…
Modern Romanticism 