Writers
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Wipe your eyes cleanNot belonging to the presence of pain.You are a sorry sightWith stillness to each shallow breathThat comes upA throat as hollow as a whisperYou make, as you shudderUpon the fright of your night. Let your eyes raise upBlue iris for blue sky.The windswept tears need to make itAway from thee, and over…
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Sunder all with eyes of sadness,As your cup is drunk from, to its bottom.I love your loose eyes,Draining what tears you have left, for hope.I love your parted lips,Motioning whispers of escaping pasts. Gallop your horses,Make them walk.Make yourself the woman with a nested crownAbove your temples, above your head.You caress all your life with…
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As I crowned you plentyWith smiles owing up to Heaven,Your arms that now embrace the lifeless voyageTo an eternity in peace,You still part a mouth for a silent kiss. In your barren glance,I see a painted reflectionOf me, in a mind that grows deep,Reaches highUnto the sunset and sky. I crown you with a wreath…
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Drunk on me, As I drink you. You are the fountain of retaining youth, As I leak my old foundations to your warm center. Bleed out, for the both of us, As I will, too. Your hair is a stream, Your fingers are unfurled, Your words are a long walk Upon chapters in our existence.…
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Your even tracesSpill wild graces.I am fixed upon the moonOf your prettied face.To then, your form beyond,To see, the great details beneathA changing expression. You have formed your formOut of ivory.I have tasted its sample,Of leaking perspiration. You battle quiet momentsWith fervent joy.You resound the chapters aloudOf our breath beneath the water. I taste of…
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“My mind is not the greatest place to be. But, if you read one of my books, that’s exactly where you’re going.” – Sam Krieg (The Secret World)
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Trace your ground,Smother that soundOf years that belong to yesterday.There is too much at stakeFor you to break. I wed, through the sonnet,Your fabled face,In its truest grace.I speak syllables that matter mostTo the epitome of what is close. The gates surroundUs,Where we walk beyond the shore.We get undressedTo the rain, that stains our forehead.…
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Under scarred landscapesOf greatest heartbreaks,I quiver,As I shiver.The love I left upon the dirt,Grows with thorns, replacing hurt.The dust that settles in the sky,Was lifted from below, to sorrow’s goodbye. I lose what I kept inside,I give all I felt was mineTo the blue pieces of a Neptune showerIn oceans that leave me to cower.…
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He has done no goodUpon the day of your arrivalTo his wretched arms. Your sadness,Your criesShould remove the cloak of coldness. Release yourselfFrom his grasp.Tear yourself, from his clasp. Remember me,When the sun risesOver the shore’s sparkling currentBleeding in from beneath. Remember the wordsI have offered you,When death stalks,To make you insecure.
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You once grew currents,To be let free from despondent eyes.You once cried in aghast tantrums,Losing your sanity with each surmise.You once faded into memories of men,Who had treated you poorly. Poor thing,Welcome upThis new evening,For I have set a bird upon your shoulderThat chirps for the newest morn.You have felt somber, in the need to…
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I come with blank slates,To render your fires empty of passionThat you have lifted to Heaven.You pass onWith eyes that reach to the delicate wavesWhere there is no storm.Your arms reachTo the corpses trailing an avenue,While stench is left behindAt the ends of your fingers. You grow thorns for the making of flowers,Wrestling with the…
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Drop your roses,Drop your feet,Drop your eyesDown to where each thing falls.Drop those wallsThat have stood youJust a mite so tall Your prideIs the musing of a thousand moreGenerations to come.As I see it,As I comprehend it,It is weak as glass.Let yourself go, to where you may collide. Find yourself,Shine yourselfIn the sun’s warmthOf exercise,…
Modern Romanticism 