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Once idling here,to correct those echoeswith repeated phrases,filling in the holeswith unfulfilled promises.I’ve hoped to defywhat’s come out ofhistory’s nakedness,the bare leaveswith their writings,with their stains.Surrendering here,for I’ve always knownwhat a tragic lie it isto continue going arounda frozen puddle,an unmoving reflection.Decreasing fame,unneeded trust,with time’s erosion,while marks are leftto look back on,to see what came…
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Lasting lesson,a final wordto leave me heretoo breathless to stateanything otherwise,too harrowed to seeanything else.For I’ve seenwhat you’ve let me,within this whirlwind,feel among cloudsthat escaped lungs,gasping at a sightwhile wanderinginside a void.I spoke what won’tcome back withinthis cave, this mindthat won’t rewindthe facts of an erathat made them bewhat they’ll be.Who’s seen me flee?Who’s heard…
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Connect me back toyour shape, your gravitythat kept me whole,kept me from breakinginto jagged parts.What was beforebecame nothing morethan a memorythat yearns to arrivein the placewhere footstepsare ceremonial.Love’s golden circlehas made itselfto be an imprint of a far,escaping landscapewhere oceans cannotcome through to flood,while faces starewhere sounds don’t dareto interrupt.All that was beforehas been shelved…
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Tears hold fast,wetting the earthin their descensionfrom cloudsbreathed out,crystalline.On the horizon,monochrome is theunformed color,measuring the depravitywith toiling accuracy.I just wanted tonever release the handthat came close,pressing itself uponthe naked sleeve,the heart that meltsupon recallingall it had felt.But puddles are here,surrounding a pairof quivering legs,while I’m merging riverswith oceans, meetingsuch paralyzing reflectionsin the stillness of myself.I’ll…
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You rave onabout what I do,not know whyI’ll end, this way.I’ve grown to seethe patterns of myhelpful ecstasy.You’ve been watchingwith a torch to hold,with words most bold.You’ll judge, even untilGod himself promotes youto be near him,at his side, with no oneto condemn your practices,to breathe scorn overyour faceless tirade.I am evenwith the playing fieldof life,…
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I recallas I realizethat what I lost,during that fall,was more to receivewhen it awakened meto why I’ve ever breathed,why I’ve ever seenwhat something means.You were thereto see the HellI began to burn in,for when I lost light,I added bloodto build up the flame,after adding tearsthat weren’t enoughto extinguish thisrelentless shame.I am reminiscent,always leaning onthese rosesfor…
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Surrounded. In seclusionfrom the rest of the worldyou’ve grown to detest,whenever it begins to testthe worth of your restraintdown to the last drop,and then up to the top.You retreat upon whenyour flame-engulfed worldseizes an opportunityto cut you open,to let you explorethe depths of what youforever abhor.A secular circumstance,a theme grounded in realityhas been biting your…
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Enough timesto be seeing ahead,with one crimethat kept us lookingover our isolated,cold shoulders.We regret the word,the promise we shared,burning bridgesbefore crossing them.We weren’t meant tobe met to be wed,under skies full of itsstorm of sunlight.A glance at a corridor,a sprint down whereall memoires, those oninfamous portraits,was all it took to seethat we couldn’t be.A watered…
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This fateful scar,one from a woundcaused to get youto find reason,to adopt an excuseto seek its desolate,replenishing meaning.In the dark,you see light,but it is therewhere you’ll begincrying on oneimagined shoulder.Who do you miss,or who would you kissto melt all these sorrowsinto all hopeful,immaculate tomorrows?What can you everreveal to the open?Shed your skin,unveil that whichwasn’t the…
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Famous charmof a woman who emitsher light from her flesh,her brazen attractionwhen it is her limbsthrashing around,in naked glory.She sleeps on those sheets,those that I pulled upto her nodding chin,lifting to descendat each sweet breath.This bed, for its sight,without much moreto imagine for,can hold a lover’s hopefor what can continuewhen not one secondever passes, without…
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I’ve left blanketsfor you to smotheryour sun with,because it isn’t bright,it isn’t enough tolive your life with.What is it guidingwhen it is suppressingyour chance to keepyour steps moving?Who is it receivingupon its dim glow?You will be whatit wants you to know.Don’t you want to beall you’ve cared to be,destined as a caretakerto your quieting heart?You’ve…
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I’ve been missing it,for time has a wayto get me to forgetwhere you’ve left it.The seductive rippleswithin history’s pages,upon oceans that upkeepthe pattern of theirunending waves,I cannot always do it,when you’re not here.Life has its waysto further my approachinto itself, distracting mefrom what I lostalong the way.Am I nothing when I’mliving here, finding outwhen the…
Modern Romanticism 