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Hold your streams,Can you?For we are together under the sun,Flooding our heartsWith oncoming warmth.For how much love,Has become our hurt?How many tears,Can rock this boat? We are captivation,As we areDesignation,Holding our scars like breaks in the Earth,Like fissuresWhere bitterness floats upTo our thirst.A raven has made a nestIn your locks,Has placed a rope around your…
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How much heatCould I have breathed,Upon a day in your lifeYou merely wanted to seeSomething else in me? What a voice that was lostIn a poet of a thousand words,Each breathed upon the bleachedPage, though whiteness could not remindMe, to soothe you. Of all pain,I wanted you downOn the floor, to see my footUpon your…
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She can rise upWith arms to meet the stars,As she can call upHer voice to meet the gatesOf intertwining Heaven.She can loosenA step, to make the thousandAcross the rivers I have criedOut, for her to swim. She can danceWith singing voice,As she can dreamWith unending choice.She cannot falterWithout my nudge,Gentle as it can come to…
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Leave me,Faces that never turnTo see the rise of something resplendent,Something that never curvesLike the frothOf some continual ocean. I reject the sun,As she rejects the moon.I reject the stars,As she rejects the sights of sadness.Little red cheeksOf us both,Dampened by coldWeather, over our brow. Fog is our scenery,Like one white cloak over fields,Tossed and…
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I am in loveWith my own shadow,For I am unableTo glimpse the light that cast it.The simple reprieveI could releaseTo myself,Like the unending sighShe bled from a parted mouth,Has made me count love’s footsteps,Like splintered fragments of a boulder. Love breathes,She breathesIn the hail, the storm of ice,While coldness has marked her placeIn the earth.I…
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FalterYou, as youEntertainMe, as weFall with knees to the dampnessOf soil,Wet by rain,While eyes are stainedWith the battles of red,As you keptSecrets that mattered to the restA nothingness,But to me,An everything. Erase historiesOf your fragile existence.For what can I taste of ironAs a sword carves a heartIn the sand?I can make glass from shoresWhere oceans…
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Blue,But a gatewayTo your reopened heart.For the bliss you avoid in my arms,The silence you abscond from the voidThat belongs in my heart.Buried blackTresses, that lean backOn the edges of coffin lids,Measured with the grief on eyelidsFor each tear’s fallIn the autumn. I am red,The poison of your lipsBuried between me,Nestled in a heart that…
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If onlyIn my blindness,I could seeWhat had been leaking as stainsFrom your eyes.For you wereBlind as me,In the heat of our disbelief. Pain drew a cloakAround shoulders, cold as snow.White by the boneWhere chills are set in stone.What had we heatedWhile the rope was about your neck,The one you placed? Love remembersDifferences, to become those…
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How much ivoryCan sweep tears to the spaceBeneath a worn rug?You hold your eyesUpright, upon the glassOf a new-fallen sky,While I bleed aroundThe failures of my fleshFor my pain cannot matter. Hold your eyesUpon what you know best,To the honesty of your reflection,For you are never bewildered,Never shockedBy the lightning that screamsDown to your lungs.…
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How can IContemplate the rosesWithout their thorns?The garter about your thigh,The wind released from your sigh,The pain we bring to faint goodbyes,The world that surrounds on highThe clouds that flood our spiritsCan hold the worth of us,Can hold the misuse of us. I want to share the kissWithout your darkComplexion, wearing downThe happinessI wish to…
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She’llFill upGrand voidsWith a voiceThat never sleepsToo deepIn her dreams,For what a flower I have discoveredUpon a mattress, discarded. Drowned in her darkness,Disrobed in her fever,Bleeding without virginity.Her eyes,Her pallorCannot center itselfUpon the sun. Her hair curls overThe dustWith images that blanket rose gardens,In a stare that could not become awareTo just how much sufferingAppeared…
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Winter soothesRemembrances that scar,From summer’s warWith unbecoming warmth.Only your tears can quit the rain,As only your face can set the sunOn my veiled ruinOf stagnant alienation. I wishFor bottomless kisses,FieldingMeadows,With seeds that rip upwardsTowards a unity bequeathedOnly to the universeAnd its soaring. We can race,We can traceOur sights to the scent’s of each other,In the…
Modern Romanticism 