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You speak for where you sleep,The world gusts off your lips,A kiss, I’d not, for where you heaveIs sure for life to then slip. To that sun of hardly heightTo wake your prettied eyes,I’d not move for fear of frightYou’d come to, in bitter cries. A drop of radiance to your cheeksWandered from the window,…
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Watered down of your smile,Entrenched are the curls to cheeksWith shadows here for the mileI take you into the blessed sweep. Of arms burned by the light,Fabled promises kept to seeWhat keeps rings inside the trunk. Signals are for kisses bright,Finding all to be believedIn depth of softness, where we sunk. Iron curtains of glimpses…
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Wandering towards an endless vision,Nuptial eyes upon an ocean to cross,Dressed in faces for which I am hidden,With cruelest voices, in bleakest loss. Moon above angles towards my pairing,Pale bliss contrasting with the sightWhere winter yearns in slender staringBehind one face that takes the night. To my boat, I briskly sailWith wonderment that never elatesBeyond…
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“Be in charge of yourself, of your emotions.” “Don’t lose control of yourself, or of what is attached to you being of your personal relationships.” “Recognize that what is attached to you is also how you protect yourself.” “You comprehend the ‘cyclical selfishness’ that to protect all attachments, means also to protect yourself. In doing…
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“Running. A trek that will take miles to him, though is a mere rounding of a corner to sight of horror. “Will she? Will she be there? Here? Somewhere?” are the words he releases, torn off as shreds of paper at the corners of his mouth. Written in some place of his heart as the…
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I “Helpless Disposal” Why have the clouds come together? Is the heart ever the same? He steps. He buries a foot in the soft earth, pushing himself against the gusts that tear into his middle-aged form. “I have to return home before the earth begins to tremble at the first sign of thunder.” Yet, the…
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Poem #1 “A Wake of Disbelief” Here, to writeOut the nameless namesOf people with forgotten faces,For nothing more coatedIn cleansing tears,In the sickness of not rememberingWhat you have become of my heartWill make me burn brighter. Wild eyesSee the nightCrawl with stains upon the walls,Of waving shadowsSpeaking “farewell” to the glimpseOf mirth and void. Laughter…
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DriftAcross delicate aisles,Screaming to the sidelinesThat one could rememberWhat no one else forgot,Of you, among the filth, the swellOf tension in the befitting air. DriftingWith life to confound itself,Resound itself in the confining light,Screaming to the infinite voidTo rediscover finite travesty. WitherWith wilting arms,Controlling naught but the spaceThat keeps you afloat,For its dark perplexityFor your…
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Open heart,Wanted, yet buried,Desired, though firedFrom the elimination of total death.Remembrance has you sailingAcross the skyline,Weeping a puddle in your hands,Saving a crystallized moment. As sparks send you movingOn a pathwaysTowards the inchesWhere sunrise holds the fableOf ourselves, crossing to newerAnd timeless elevations. Weeping through treetops,As branches scatterSeeds from a forgotten forever,As new life is…
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Footsteps hollowed into the earth,Broken, feeble, acute sorrows,Aching stomach,Among the symptoms of remorse.I sob to the tune of a heart,Singing tremorsNever forming the ripplesIn the lakeBeneath these feet. Footsteps that keep formingWinter’s burialIn the mud,Within the povertyOf the stinging mind,Staging the act where smilesAre kept,Weeping in forestsWhere birds come, to recollect. Bleeding crimsonIn the memories,…
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“Always wander with your eyes facing forward, as your mind looks back.” – Modern Romanticism Love and trust. Dualities of sorts, though only ever the latter works for the former. It can be said of trust that it is something in which we are aware to. We cannot be trusting of all things, for that…
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Watching as you crossStreaming, blue memories,While each page, caught at the edgeUnleashes the cruelest departure,Torn at all ends,Breaking vows with the boughsFrom high above, in those wind-tornParts of earthly Heavens. Bare nudity in the trees,Great silver pouring from the moon,There I was to curve youWith idle caresses, falling through.Adjacent to the born swarmOf whispers in…
Modern Romanticism 