Romance
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I’ve run in circles,stretching my hopes,telling that, since birth,there was somethingI’ve left behind.Existence didn’t matterwhen fuses are burned,when eyelids closeat the slightest flickerof shimmering light.I’ve removed the covers,held up my honestyto a dying flame.I wished for too much,more than there wasto bind these wounds.What would Heaven decideas soon as I come downfrom this tumultuous,exhausting ride?What
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It buildsinto dense atmosphere,swapping nothing,no more, not whenwe’re entering a stateof completion.We’ve bled,wounding our eyesin separation of our bliss,while it is nowwith four lips combined,we share a kiss.Our sounds rise,the curtain are pulledto provide one roomwith total darkness.We’ll bloom in sightof our glowing faces,in sight of riversbinding for eternity.A blessed rose,an evening that fell,closed lids
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I’ve been burnedfor believingthat this turn was mine,that around anotherspotted corner,I can come upbreathing softly.I cried another night,screaming in the silence,hearing my wordsfloat away.I’ve done somethingto deny what’s mine,living cautiouslyupon the tides.The world seems torotate in reverse,as I revisit old feelingsthat I never deservedwhile I’m alwaysdigging for meaning.It’s the fireI’ve abandoned,as it’s the coldI’ve capturedin
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I reminisce,I keep quietwhat little I’ve leftto lose under thesedark, falling pieces.Brittle boneshave lost their place,have been remindingthis mind, into tormentupon the rewindingaftermaths.Burning crowdslook upon me,as I release three wordsof desperate reunionover the possibilityof reentrance.I want what didn’t laston time’s uncertain flow.I want what I didn’t knowrecedes with cruel fate.It stayed,for the briefest second,just to
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An ignited pathinvites me, on a whisper,loosened from rotting lips.An imminent voyageis presenting a riskI’ve not seen before.I’m letting my skinbe burned, starting frommy outreaching fingertips.I’m deaf to my screams,as I’m overtakenin this release.Distanced from the lightof this burning avenue,I’m dragging my fleshthrough the dark.I’m blind to the sparksthat die as quicklyas my heartbeats.I commit
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I tell death totake my final fragmentas the final letterI’ve presented to an ocean.For too long I’ve lostwhat messages I provideto that solid colored,open vastness.For this one time,there will be no moremundane repetition.For this last time,I’ll be in the bottle,I’ll be at its bottom.I’ll sink, not floatfor another life span,merging with the voidkept in the
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Hell has invited mewhen I crawl towardsits vacancy.I’m no morein touch with a reasonthan the beautiful budwill find a wayto flower.I’m just againstthe noise that sticksto these walls that lift upa certain frequency.I’m crying for lessof those listening soulsto deter mefrom mourning me.They’re too oftenready to aid me,when all I wantis the low tone.I bring
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Folded handsmimic the creasesin timeworn clothing.I’m holding onto morethan what I thoughtI took from the occasion.Black figures,blood-shot eyes,tears bloomingfrom souls in mourning.There are endless waysto tell this story.This is only one wayto say how it ended.A petal fellfrom one who died,from one who rosewith the color redtearing through her lipsto greet me.She’d rewind meto the
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The sky is notdeep enough.I’m facing it,twisting knots,desperate to notcome undone.The ocean is notfar enough,holding the same coloras bruises I bare,with full shamefor their stains.I’ve hurt in this locationfor the secondsI stopped countingonce an eon arose.I’ve been dreamingwithout knowingthe difference betweenmy void and my voice.Craters are asymmetricalafter my tears fallas colorless shapes,from a formless state.I’m
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I’ve reached the heightof what I can master,dissolving my heartinto liquid form.I’ve chased loveinto a startling corner.Love looks backwith fear in its eyes.I’ve let you in,I’ve broken you outof someplace tragic,deserted in its scenery.You can’t deletewhat’s written in stone.You can’t wipe awaywhat burns in your mind.I cannot eraseyour beautiful facefrom memory.Still, you look tosuch a
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Silver dropletsfall from somewherestill too shallow to bemy burial.I’m coming downwith the crushing storm,no longer willingto bottle what’s whole,what’s saturatedin maturation.I’ve broken chainsto be let loose,unaccompanied,into the wild.I’ve fled from safetyto be in the presenceof what’s covered in dust,painted in rust.I’ll be somewherelower than here,in a spot where no screamcan be heard,can be receivedwith a
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Swimming upto breathe within contents of a cloud,to swallow wholethe thudding raindrops.I’m revising a page,inspired from a noise,a message scrawledin the ivory.I was once an observerwith a blank stare,with white eyesholding no life.I’m revisiting a streamI had abandonedto lose itselfto an ocean.I’m holding out handsto take in the storyI had ended too early.Darkness followedfor some
Modern Romanticism 