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You held stonesCold, around your neck,Blowing kisses to candlesTo burn out the wicks.You were not going to die,Not meaning to quit,For you thought of my return. You thought of water to run downTear-smoothed cheeks,Much as the stones to your throat.You thought that illnessWould evaporate to a thin cloud,Soon as I carried backA platter with a…
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“Think on it. Where is the patience, in convenience? Where does a person find money, when it comes to creating something? Ah, but causation? To cause the swarm of chaos? That’s profitable. People’s emotions are profitable, when easily manipulated. The more you can break down, the more you can plunder from the wreckage. Justice is…
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“There are many ways to look at the world, to perceive through various arrangements the differing colors we behold. Though, when does a person ever look within themselves, to pull out some embedded pain that they rarely wish to see?” – Modern Romanticism Of the world, it is in what we have created or caused.…
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FingertipsEngrained in bread,Flesh of the unapparent hedgeTrimmed to the bloody hand,Folding about the clockWithout graspOf time’s whistling flow. He staresFrom sunlit EastTo moonlit West,Watching how Fathers bendA fragile, scarred knee,And how MothersDrop their heads to weep. A cross to its delicate frameCapturing the man,Broken and stone-less,Losing savior’s tears. A callingThat never leaves,While mouths attract flies,Full…
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Holding downThe storm from your bloody birth,As you lost tears in this disarray.I want to ignite youIn the blinding flashOf places, elsewhere you know notOf smiles, raising the tipsTo a frigid horizon. I love to hold youIn the spheres,In the merciless heat,Finding poignancyWhere loveKnows not its origin. So many tearsI have swept,Like grains to the…
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Holding hands with the wind,Hearing your heartLeak between the bandages,For you are as wounded as the EarthWith tears that are set,Like a descended sun. I go with the soundsOf your thumping chestTo courses that move me,As storms that may loveWith lights that break the skiesWide open. I hear a tear fall,With your eyes, set to…
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“Did Christ die in vain, for only the smaller, less threatening, sins we can individualize and segregate from the greater horrors, on Earth? Surely, what with the crimson streams tainting the man’s flesh, upon the cross and dying, love is not to be symbolized as limited in its depth of forgiveness.” – Modern Romanticism We…
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No dangerMay again twist your features,For no tearsCan mold the rivers into shape.I can love a thousand times moreInto your heart,Though these arms will circumventEach feeling, that makes you. Each tear, you cry off,I shall catch.I shall be the one to hold you,In arms, that soothe your rain,By love, that ends your pain. No dangerCan…
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Return to meWhen winter no longer sculptsTrails of broken bark,Sinew and sadness.Remnants of ways to humanityThat were never a partOf deepest humility. Beneath a sun that never departs,For it always gleamsA brightness, through our eyes,In our chests.Here you shall layUnder moonlit stars,Folding a tear against your cheek,Leaving happiness against the bleakBitterness of any nightToo dark.…
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WhyWhen upon the deepest melodyI can hold youEntangled in the notesThat fall against my ears? I am only ever running watersWhen your song is to hear,Loving as the moon is quietUpon a harboring nightThat carries windswept emotionsAcross glades and fields,Burning into dust. Your face,A soothing sadnessTo cover upWith hands as milk-white cloth,Freezing tears beneath snow,Leaving…
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Hold back your head,Sway your arms,Breathe miles of sweetnessTo Heaven. I bury a kiss in your red-tinted lips,Holding a halo in my handTo crown youThe jewelAmong my darkness. Water glimmers on your hazed eyes,While sweat runs from shouldersIn the barren heat.Your heart plunders a new birthOf itself, in the fog. You areAs reflections, in the…
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Under these heavy curtainsOf doubt,There bleeds something beautiful,The nuptiality that can recreateThe truths in myself.My sickened soul,That once sung aloudAll the harmonies of loveIn the dangers we visited. My soul now twists,Writhes,In uncertainty,In perplexity. Living through you,In the deepness,In the mire of you,Under the clouds of you,For believing in youHas become a pain. Just a…
Modern Romanticism 