Romance
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To those stirrings looking across froma space between your vacant eyes, I see what you have done, as Icompare where you have come from,with losing sides becoming unified,before the entire arrangement is realized as a glance’s entryfrom two stories never closed,while you try to go, following fromwhere Heaven never knows. I burn your bandages, trace…
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Dream your world,awake. All those every-days,wishing a past sunwould reopen. I am hereto hold your beating heart,close your lipsin those shuddering breaths,bless you withanother who has comecrawling into your desertion. A world that left youchiming on some distant tree,passing your wordsinto fog. When you hear me,see us both hanging,if I cannot release you. If nothing…
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Bold nights. Centered frights.I wake to find youless than a note awayon a scale of burningsheet music. To shadows, that escapewith greater speedthan fading sunlight. You will be morphedwith all your sunset curves. You will be more distant,than when you dimmed. You will be blackenedat connections of heat,becoming furtherthan stagnant distance. Fires extinguishat a bottle…
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Broken sounds.Rediscovered signals.This path is guidedwithin each of your breaths. I draw lines,getting erasedat the last of your heartbeats,leaving me with a rhythmI cannot ignorewhen it is youI abhor. I was closeto a corpse who breathed,someone who hoarded fleshupon everyone’s death,everyone who sheever wept foras they bled upona naked floor. Those rhythms, sounds,broken like ground…
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I’ll hopebefore another riverI can kneel before,presenting a circle of gold,returned from an era that cold. This river flowsbeneath an immaculatecovering of white.Another place, to tracethis name of mine,for another chance for fame,within another heart in time. Down that path,I’ll go. I’ll no more wanderwith breath among snow.I’ll melt this scenery,if to see a distinguished…
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Long notes. Senseless promises.We are a year too old,folding our scars in each other’s arms.A sunset, left upon lipsthat are dried in an absenceof what time had skipped.All those letters. Every tearwe dig up, we hand backlike feathers to a naked bird. Lost trail. Swayed eyesto another path outside ofeverything we cried after.Once to present…
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I wanted torekindle a futility.I gravitated northto see my reflectionin muddled waters.I wanted to knowif aurorasever vanish. Puddles.Lakes.Perfumes from an ocean. Waves for departure,upon broken outlines of loss,drawn at an endless,tortured shoreline. No one needs to know.I keep bleeding these pleas,to remake futility. A hand that got away.Two feet that dipped lowlike a bucket full…
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Tell your soulto part ways.Drift on that pathlesshighway. Go nowhere.Filter a vacant light,somewhere. Fill your spaces,your voids of where I lastedwith repeated, defeated,endless toiling. Split your gaze,fork your tongue.Let your clouds disconnect,and disguise whatyou’ll always resurrect. I know you.I know that youwill cling to thin strands,like your hair that goes grayunder adjacent monochromeof another dismal…
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I have been holdingmore of your call. More ofwhat escapes than yourbonding words.Voiceless. Transparent. You’ve surrendered.We have remembered.We are thosedroplets filtered through,for stormy highways. Condensed meaning.Hurt from hail that turnsour skin from marbleinto rust, from rustinto blanketing dust. A bridge remains. It gets rebuilt,before we ever cancollapse into shadowed arms. Holding nearby light,like a dream…
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You pencil your tearsonto aging years.Love regresses into thosepages you will undress,leaving onlyfolded covers,surrounding your vulnerable,embittered shelter. Untie yourself.Tell a shadowits wholesome farewell.Pine over that wrong light,but find your eyesturning towardsan unhindered sight. Traced in a mirror,sculpted around me. Shapes once torn apart,asymmetrical amongshed tears, shed leavesfrom hands, from branchesonce hung low. Be here. Reach…
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I wanted salience,from your outheld radiance. Leaves grow in your stretches,falling to blanket me. Less to see can beall I want, in this moment,fatal within eternity. Your used up chances,with change uponyour scattering dances. I’ll sift through bleached watersto find you in reflected clouds. I’ll hold hope in a cup,hearing spring coming up. Your autumnal…
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Poem #1 Pull your Pale Flag Wide letters.We were holding on,while recognizing.Those shapes. These marks.They have stuck like glueto these gray hauntsin the washing blue. Worded. Remembered.Burning ships that tag along.Fated noosesthat hold up bottled necks. Stored messages for the sea.Stored letters that go unseen. Who shall hear our screams?Who shall worship our stars,put out…
Modern Romanticism 