Poetry
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Curves dance. Rejoicethat waters will wield you,beyond backwards unknowns.You have long knownthat our hearts were tongue-tiedupon crippling lies.Chosen words blanketedour once-honest hearts,left a web, wherewe will not stare. Our closing door, lefta pull for you to shut youreyes to me. Let your releasebe to places I cannot find.Let your woundsbe closed for no morevows to…
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Waking upto a thin glance,a deserving touch,an entranceto guilt in a puddle.All I wantbecome spacious,turns environmental,leaves for those starsto come backwith darkness in itsunkind eyes. Turn tablesaround, to findthat righteousnesswill reach nothingness.Those red linestaped aroundan open wound, holds ustogether for less. One ocean,a long walkto be across thesemasks to their tears. One pair of eyesdiscovers…
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If we can relivethat faint grain,separated from thoseother proofs of our pain,that leaves stinging marks.While that sun goes dark,can we sink our eyesfor another prayer? That one seedburning on withits memorable need.This singular approach.A footstep totake your hand, ontoa white altarwith a circle of goldto arrest your eyesat a glance. With a memorythat moves mountains,holding…
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When we chooseto break that noosekissing our necks,stretching our roadsinto anothersuffocating mile. We have walked, onwardto remain forward,to stay honest,while we were lost uponour own footsteps.We never knewour eyes cried backwards,while our minds keptdreaming of history. Some kiss, comforted bya cloud’s descension ofrain, through our desert. Painted over with white,blankness in deafening night.We weep on,…
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Tear your heart, apartfrom its sleeve. I let youweep. Even whenit rains, from high above,we descend into undividedlove. We wake froma burning conscience,a stark blindnessto see a sun blinking back,illuminating our wounds. Kisses to close. Smears tooclose. Life exits outtwo doors, decided enoughat which one to open.We left our shellsat that opposite shoreline,abandoning our cover,our…
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With all walk-backs. Back-trackyour eyes behind your skin.Find your field. Your field of visiontranslates words beyond a book.Read language on my heart.An oath to be brokenunder sun or moon. Pale, or ignited, at thesame place we are muted.A kiss had startled youwhen waves brought indebris from a sea. We are not good. For goodnesscan hold…
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A different draft.A late desertionafter seeing me tremblein arms, not an infant.Under rubble, not buriedunder blankets of white.My breaths, she listenedfor some bare strip of hopeto lead me across that rope. One puddle. One reflectionin her tears, not mine.I have fled down enough rivers.I have made emptythese arms, from enough heroes. Cowardice became a stain.My…
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Born of breakable wings,deserted in summer’s depictionwhere tears evaporateat an edge, with a sun’s pledgeto keep you hopingthat all smiles you sendwill lift you, apartfrom this emptiest end. An edge, an open book,a closing horizon. Here, youwait for smudges to birthadditional words for youto keep imagining. When hope drowns peaceback into clearest pain,we make our…
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Careful when you rise.Our foundations might shakewith each pressing goodbyeto a phantom at that door.Folded limbs, forgotteneyesight against dark,sheer coveringsover trembling flesh. Melt as a candle,birth yourself from burns.At a corroded fossil,twisted of limbs in eroded stone,fueling this conflagrationhighlighting our resignation. Blank skin. Written, blank checkswith invisible ink. Becausewe will fade into our own life,without…
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Latelywhen miles turninto missiles,when wrong directionsbecome correct mistakes.We slip on reflections,becoming broken glassin mirrored hearts. A kiss of rapid splendor,dropping repeated wordsfrom weathered,parched lips. We thirst for not giving enoughto raise a smile from oceans.We pour salt againstcracked skin, quaking sinin that desirous mood. Grieving in this cravingto keep falling overboard,to send anchors to ceasea…
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If a breathcan soar, beyond death,while lungs can befilled with words ofpages described with love.If our death canstill stay legs, to standon a shore wherewe fill our handsin those higher stares. That height, this altitude,born at growth of stems.Relief builds, for thorns we shedas flesh mixes in withpetals, with songs broad,caresses at a widthwith a…
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A wish. A choice tohave our fires extinguished.You lived, until youasked for forgivenessfor where fires hissed. We lost our scars,our memories. Somewherealong this main road,we fell off. To a slowdecline to end sunshine,we decided with our eyesto seek heartfelt lies. Comfort inside deception,with loss. Outside of resurrectionwhere blood becomes holy. I want those lips to…
Modern Romanticism 