Writing
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What a dark face, A pair of black eyes Unfolded into shape. To leave a word in your heart Is to leave a stone in a lake. What can flood That has not already bled? Your form takes, Leaving me to break Like rivers that quit at the bank, Drawn by the wind, Allured by…
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Something dawns, As something lifts The veil from your fractured heart, Laying the kiss Upon two discarded lips, For they did leave you With nothing more to cover you, Until the vows were made. As I can For I have done All to wake this smile In the bright sun of the morning.
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Blackened By the fertile memories Sprouting aches From each side of you, Even if I can undo The troubles that gleam In your porcelain heart. For your sadness Is a mere longing To have something That never leaves Like the rapid heartbeat That echoes off surrounding sides.
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I cannot but Hold onto Your heart, in the dirt, Where your failures are swimming. Your tears Are gathered in my warm arms, For I will drift the sunset To its opposite end That you will rise from the rust, That you could no longer take shelter In the silent dust.
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ReturningTo your unadorned silk,WadingIn frequent watersPiling as rocks atop your eyes,Leaving as rivers to be lakesAt your engrained feet. LeavingThis mortal realm,To be perfect, in your heart.As I see the blood where I splash,Where I bathe,From arms, so scathed,Like Christ welcoming his enemies. I will go to your heart,Leaving the thunderstorms, behind,In the defeat of…
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Everything I writeIs a love poem,Broken of pen,Written of wordsWith my fingers,Once piercing my tearsBack to my eyes,Now to fold pages that never turnTo meet a better day. Everything I tie to my heartIs a poemFor your smile that sometimes fadesTo be liftedTo a watered-down grin.For you still catch the rainThat comes from Heaven, above.For…
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“A hole I have, for a heart. A raging ocean I have, for a mind. Cruelty is a sunset, that closes itself wide upon nothing that discovers comfort, when there is no warmth. Just an adulterous plague, that cheats the game of life, when it cannot follow the rules of loss. I hold residence in…
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A memory. A moment. Like one cruel awakening with Alzheimer’s Disease. Something gone from the mind, then the heart, then the soul. I blow my wind against the interior of this window. As I do it, I recall the definition to sameness. I recall what is left of it, as the words within a book.…
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A: How much to ever feel anger for? B: Nothing and everything. A: Do you love her? B: Like nothing could be loved. A: Do you trust her? B: Like everything could be trusted. A: Where does your anger originate? B: My love for her, though it may pass mountains as mostly fair clouds, there…
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How many gods worship dust?How many breaths come cold as rust,Upon the last sigh you’ll ever unleash?I can hold your handTighter than I can stand,Upon the two legs, marked as two pillarsTo hold up the fortress that crumbles,When your stare from the bare streetsCan leave me in frailty. Dining on death,Poisoned by muted breath,Open wounds…
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How to kill the past,Bury it in mud,To leave the leaves of an autumnal tempestFar behind,Back to where the sunCannot speak to those yesterdays,Written in brail,Believed by the blind. How to kiss your handLifted to the moon,Where tears are shared by the blinding noon,For no sun can see us,For no sun can findAll that can…
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Upon the Hell,Where heated momentsAre everyone’s misfortune,You seem to call to oneWhere hearts are lost,Failures are timid,Eyes are scattered, in glances,Leaving love to the well, where it drops,Like a curtain over an empire. I kissSweet roses, farewell,Over graves, cold and still.Yet, your handIs placed in mineFor me to speak words of warmthTo your crying eyes,Where…
Modern Romanticism 