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Never took a chanceto offer upall I’ve given into,to loosen teardropsbegging to be free.I’ve landed only stoneson hard floors,choosing to keep tightthis throat, the wordsI want someone,besides myselfto hear.Hear me when I hearwhat my heartbeats fear,paralyzing mein a constant intakeof suffocating doubt.I dream what I’ve seen,of ghosts in hallways,when a star goes dark,as a face…
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Blistering, thorough,concealing our remainsin the hushof fallen ash.We wanted deliveryof our remorse,while wishing for a floodfor all we nourished.We couldn’t have both,drifting sideways,deciding in our waythat our eternityis our sentencing.The light we extinguished,the presentation we dissolvedturned us into forever,in the ever-approaching memoryin what leeches us.These sounds are fire,our worship of a timewe believed we were…
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I dread what goes forward,carried by empty wagons,leaving marks, dragging onthis evidence of toil.Life dried me up,after I buried her near.Love tied me upwhen I welcomed fearas a guiding lightinto the dark.I face what lingers inward,concealed under ruinsof no one’s making.There are seats,there are portraitshung upon wallswhere no one, besides medecides to walk,means to follow.There’s…
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Some argue that we can find use in love. Although, there’s utility acknowledged in love only through the basis of what’s received, not in what’s given. Social bonding creates complex societies. Evolution requires an environment, like an intricate society, to increase adaptation’s pace. One advancement follows through to the next, and the theme of “expectation”…
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Warming eyeshave examined me.You’ve seen everythingI couldn’t believe,when drowned beneathdrenching sunlight.For wounds to berevealed when they bleed,I have been open,after being opened.It wasn’t enoughto know what to do.There wasn’t muchfor me to commit to.But you see what I don’t,dressed in your immaculate,snow-covered bandages.You’ve been to the bottom, when you exploredwhat few people find.You’ve come up,while…
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A barren trailhas dragged behind,waiting for what Iwill unwind.A face, it pullsmy perception aheadto confront a constant,poignant pressurefrom a wound.A flickering,dismembered memoryis what I’ve chased,backwards on a path,retreating into thorns.I’ve been allowingoceans to combine,days to get longer,futures to climbup high,for a plunge.I must depart from it,with torn, twisted sailsguiding forth what Ihave left inside.I must…
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I toss asidecountless grains,from the spaceyou reside.I’m hoping to forgetwhat you mean to me,bleeding underthin blankets.Tears are difficultto swallow,as they set aflamemy unwashed tongue.I’m soiledin what I speak,repeating a tragic talefull of silhouettes,translucent faces.I’m roilingin these thoughts,clouding all judgment,smothering honestyamong filtered scenery.If I can’t undo you,I’ll hope to hideamong scattered ash -the burned pagesof an…
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I decrease detail,stomp out fragments,among a dried up,starving garden,for there’s what remainslike echoes in a hallway.There’s what’s fadingnot fast enough.It clings close,stuck into skinlike shards of glass.A mirror is all I broke,a heart is the gemI returned to its owner.It takes time,seconds I can’t waste,severing your length,your burning presenceon a sunlit shore.It takes years,a lifetime,…
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It sticks to symphony,the erroneous areaswhere we weremeant to be.Covered with ink,displayed wide,while given no room,no space to think.Love dried,like the boneswe laid for dustfor them to become.Life died,bloated with bleakness,drenched with the honestyof our intentions.What we went on fordidn’t believe in us,didn’t favor us.Whatever we desiredconditioned us to distrustthe smallest of sincere words.Our faces,…
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Love is not an emotion. If love is said to “conquer all”, then if it were an emotion, such a saying would refer love to conquering itself. What love conquers is what’s momentary, fleeting, and bound up more within lust over what’s timeless. All emotions pass, as they are feelings, not states of being. In…
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Soft sighs,delicate tonguedecides for mewhat to say,to unleashone word.Love is a ropearound my broken neck,as I fall up to the skyto see what Ileave behind.It’s for your sake,because I know that Iwon’t be myselfwhen it’s only youthat I get up to wear.Life is a swirlof lingering conflicts,each one a stonegetting colder.I’m not among them,when I’m…
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I’ve run in circles,stretching my hopes,telling that, since birth,there was somethingI’ve left behind.Existence didn’t matterwhen fuses are burned,when eyelids closeat the slightest flickerof shimmering light.I’ve removed the covers,held up my honestyto a dying flame.I wished for too much,more than there wasto bind these wounds.What would Heaven decideas soon as I come downfrom this tumultuous,exhausting ride?What…
