Writing
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While we might in both our vacant hearts, live in each other’s memories, recede in the other’s tides, I am still avowed in the night, I am still waiting with a rippling heart that you will. Dreaming in fear, battling the dark, while I see you tearing pages from secrets, moments, buried in cages, locked…
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I Dusty Skin Now when all stars are dusted over with skyglow, we take our faces to what is still gleaming. It is forming. Guiding a man. A man who left the sun to rot in his chest, though the moon still pulls him. What forms, from nothingness, is a small, stripped piece of what…
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Dark, beneath where the line seeps. A frozen signature to sign us into premature birth. Our kisses stopped short, our gaze faltered on the idle highway. Will you, will I wait to see what could come to be from silence in the stars, from pain in our bodies? We touched, hoping our scars would burn…
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No more need, no other time in history’s disfigured face will our lives walk a straight line without folding upon presented signs. We have torn up pathways, departed from arms, sideways into another permanent birth – where we are discontent, to another’s worth. Paved roads, white-out on the divide between memories, upon the wounds we…
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Passion, indecision. I touch a bright light to journey the voyage, to keep praying a miracle will enter our eyes. Heaven kissed for eternity. I would love to return you, through the forests, the fields, the places lost in everyday voids. Carve you out among stone. Liquify your heart into the soil. Raise the dead…
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While no one dreams, while no one else screams in the nightmares, come loose once connected to ruins scattered in entrenched thoughts – I am elsewhere in the fields of constant reverie where rivers flow like veins. Born in the blue conscious spark of desire. Funerals are black, when we dream when we fall back…
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Walk on divided curtains. See the sun’s unrest. I have long awaited you, with the fable to treat. There are shadows, departing. Light, that settles in. I want to hold hope in long arms, cradle the forests in their descending leaves. The light of day sleeps not with its frozen blanket in the soundest soundlessness.…
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Walk past, move towards the door on hollow steps forward. You are answering another’s word, another tide to sweep the lush, soft moss apart from your skin. Grown old, worn, against the hush. You will not remain silent while the world grows violent. Something dances for your curves, – while earth is rocking each grain…
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Moonrise, quick to enfeeble the sight of mine, sent through her one final time in the haze. A last walk through the clock striking the minute, the hour, of days spent seeing me in her light. A depressed gesture sends me – to the lifeless tragedy buried here in these arms, within the fear. One…
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White noise, three dimensions, crystal sounds in each corner, in each life we faltered our attention. They were a highway ahead, turning straight, becoming dead. A mindful muse, a pattern upon your lips, one path through the vastness weakened from our arms. Where were we? We were driving a sentence forward, whether to Hell or…
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Drift yourself closer to the cliff, if you must. I’d love to let it rain to wipe the scars clean from you. These eyes see you wander, linger on the edge, taking the pledge to a certain death. A heart will stop, all rhythms cease with the flow of a river entering a lake. Exit…
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A smile through teeth. Twin faces, curtained clouds, with the phantoms our shadows. The shores, they cling to all that messages bring. Collected, connected droplets, tears in a clouded bottle. Form your eyes out of haze. Our love in this room has bled in its fire, our heart in its maze. A sun dropped down…
Modern Romanticism 