Romance
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It has surfacedfrom depths,from parallels,those I hadforced into burial.It’s thunderingfrom somewhereI had thoughtonce was quiet,was dead.It’s hereto remind methat a soulis still singingfor who won’tbe drifting itselfback to me.Just a feelingof knowing what is,who is residingas a tenantwithin a heartfilled with equal aches,equal memories.It pains melike a breezegrowing strongerto be a hurricane,tearing sails,destroying wallsuntil echoes
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Tears run downall the sides of it,outlining its shapein steady streams,filling in the spaceswhere lightwent missing.It looks darkin the worst wayit can be believedto ever be.It never tireswhen it’s constantin who it feeds,from fields it seeds.It’s a mere maskto foil all honestythat could pavea road, from the piecesof stones, of clayfor something betterto portray.A wilted
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An echo hides,being all you needto come outfrom your silent,salient retreatto nowhere.The darknesshelps you to seethose scars,those you reopento let out their light.Their detailsreach to infinityto speak differentlyto no one elsebut you.Their exposurelets you weep,while moonlightgives to youlasting serenity.Words are liftedfrom their echoesmore to those eyes,to your heart,than your ears.On the surface,your mind recallsthose who
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A vacant space,a sight from your eyesis where truth was devoured,where deceit is flowered.There’s more to knowbefore the ashesdisguise your trail,reignite your sails.You come callingwith bitternesson your frozen lips.You won’t speakfrom not a dark stormyou’re carrying.Wanting me to be hereto cradle your regret,to leave you feelinglike someone understood,when no one did.You retreat,bleeding in the dark,wrapped
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It retreats all form,to be loose with leaves,to become decay.It relieves what surfaced,to sink it beneaththe coldest waves.Holding captivea knife that drivesinto an aged wound,unwilling torelease the graspon the hilt.It goes deep,an unchanged storythat keeps pagesalways burning.They’re never turningto find freedomat the end,when real reliefis discovereddeeper thanthe innermost.This worldappears as brittleas the barkthat goes dark,before
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In all directions,I’ve been lost,always coming closebefore knowingI would be closinga heart to the light.One more open doorI will be running for,to deplete meto the state where Iwill, at last, arriveat natural scenery.To the earth,into the monochromeof a solid tomb,one where faces come,footsteps go.If there’s rebirth,if there is a paradisefor the quellingof gathered aches,I’ll reach
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I recognizethe ocean that willleave from a pairof blurred eyes,upon the moment Iaccept this fate.I’m rememberingwhat I’ve left behind,hoping to rot in gardensstill mad with color.It then changedinto a stateof continuous,overgrowth.It fell into my lap,adding to a pilewhere ashes mixedin with the dark.I realize what I havekept covered,wished to be smothered.It is deaththat cannot die,as
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Flesh is pulled.Let me lie here to countthe stars, before theyare also gone.Eyes are mounted.Blind spots are manywhile I’m losing countof what I’ve lost.There are oceans,those that have buriedthe endless storiesnever shelved.There are heartsof those who scream,of those who separatelight from dark.I am mostlywhat I am not,while I live,among the gray.I am dreamingof faces to
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Who do you fall for?You stand up to scream,to fight treason,letting your life justifythis dated reasonto damage yourself.I’ve come forward,letting my hand landon a quivering shoulder,one still drenchedin the tears of another’spresented burdens.Who might you let in,while the world you knowkeeps you broken?Your mind is a whirlwind,your heart is a shattered,stained reflectionof someone who prefersto
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Starved of life,rejecting the presenceof the exposing sun -revealing ones that youhaven’t known.You blink to unsee,choosing to be blind,craving darknessto drag youin reverse.You’re pulling petalscloser to your scars,digging yourself deeper,veiled in depth.There’ll be more to realize,when you’re not thrivingwith eyes watchingfor ashes to fall.It’s radiancethat illuminates youin the haze, the mist.It’s someone else’s eyesclosing in
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Drifting smokefrom two burned out,unattended candlesmarked our halt,told us tostop resisting.We found reasonto keep diggingto find where excuseswere buried.We were blindedto the woundwe kept deepeningon our roadwithout lights,with no guidance.We burned our flameto keep believingthat there was somethingto be fighting for.We didn’t knowthat the flamehad been changingour smiles into tears.We didn’t seethat we were drowningin
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What will I beonce I put awayall this infinityI helped to bea place to bejust me?Fighting for the onewho did shudderwhen the worldwith its bewildermentsfilled her mind,faded her soul.Repairing the onewhose heart had beenled astray.What is left in me,while I realizewhere I’m torn?Eyes are embeddedin a sculpture,looking my wayto see if I amalso led astray.Such
Modern Romanticism 