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Teardrops were not the cascade,Not the storm to be showered,While love’s own fertile fieldsCall for us bothTo dance. Placing flowers in your hair,A scent through each strand.Leaning to kissEach finger of yoursThat reaches,Though finds no light. Pulling you inApart from the faces of the moon,From the facades of manyYou thought were one.Swallow whole this truth,Laid…
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Here, within armsTo circle your sufferings into closure,You belong. Here, outside from the dark,Into the warmest senseOf something memorable,With someone who drinks ofAll the descending teardropsThat starve your eyesFrom something everlasting. From there,To the moments of salvationStolen from what never wasIn the ocean you bathed,Though were drowning. HereTo believeA love can find its place,High among…
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Come here, to sayThe moon is not the directionYou pray.Hope for our riseThat we might not beCold, with the north,Sapphire blue. I will bandage your wings,To take flightOver peaked mountains,Over landscapesOnce burned in heated sorrow.I will give, to never takeAll the blessings we ever rose with,To speak volumesOver cliffs, to the slowed crawlOf a growing…
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Caressed.Though, not undressed.When the moon tells you to revealSoftest colors, to your pale,Ivory flesh,Would you send summer away? Startled eyesGive off flakes of snow,As thoughTo be specks of ashes at your sight.The inborn meadows,Wild, as all your thrashingDuring the vast nights. Would youWhen the moon calls for it,Taste raindropsTo state the pain is too greatAs…
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SlippingOn puddles made fromShades, further inThe loss of a sane self.Sense of selfTo the waters that bleedFrom dry wells. WadingIn the tear-stained moment.A film, a droplet,A occurrence that did not occurExcept for deep within.The shadows kiss,Bleed to protect their kin. RunningFrom the porcelain sounds,The immaculate praises,Inborn promisesTo love, while death wins its prize. She gained…
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Weak beneathWhere glassWears itself thinIn dark reflection.A mind that finds easy meaningIn decaying truth,In hands that pull backFrom the stem of a thorn,From the red of a rose. I keep what is painful upon drunken times,Weeping in shadowed pillows.Find me,I will be near and nowhere.I will be wilting in the bathtubCleaning stains,The memories that are…
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At times,Loyalty bends itselfToo low,To become earth.Once above, now belowTo be the maggot in the grains.Your tearsDo not, cannot, water me. I am among the gardenNeeding cultivation from the devil,For roses redder than his flame,For love more immortalThan eternal. Knife in your heart,As I hurt you.A toast to your restless nights,As I burn my throat.…
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Cold kiss, ofTwo drunks on the breathTo another,TogetherWith the same directionOf a pain that stares upwardsTo a sun that never sets,HighlightingOur scars. For water, we walkSaving ourselves, savoring the otherWith blood, the wine.Bread for a smile,Kissed towards the bloodied mile.Pain to dilateThe pupilsInto black holes that swallowMore shame, than pride. A journeyTaken, with breath to…
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Washed out,Blue upon the naked horizon.Walking with velvet in arms,While kissing mere glints of orange. A bright, warm touchFrom something past in former daylight,Walking beneath towersFlying your banner,Holding hands with your ghostBeing blue in its careening breath. Holding tightThe world most left behind,Left beneath tracksFrom stampeding feet. Your blue, somber boldnessWith a killing warmth to…
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If a fallInto love, had crippled my legsThen wheel me in your inventionTo fire, to the cycle,The recycled life buried in the mist,While stone agesBetter than the blood. If a manShall be drunk on his woman,Kill the bloodstream.Free-fallingIn the same spoiled dreamGiven its beginningWhen reality was its ending. Broken bottlesAgainst ambitious walls.Some stories are made…
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Make me swearTo a false worship upon your idle sands.Weeping to fill in the starsToo fewIn the reflections upon a nighttimeOcean, stilled in motion. Crying for the west,While we raised our eyes to the east.How long was the horizon?What was the temperatureTo our sensation, in the fire?Bent wings,With unchangeable expressions.Outside the span,To a nullifying numbness.…
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A lifetime agoWith as much, never enough timeTo write the draft, differently.Clocks stopOnly when your lips were smeared,Only when the fire came most aliveIn the salienceFor twin shadows being monarchs,Outside our tombs. Someone died, long agoWith devotion staking his heart.Blood rebelled,Running against the pressure.A lifetime agoTo rewrite the scriptSaid aloud, in the eclipse of a…
Modern Romanticism 