Writing
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“If the body is the guard to the vulnerable self, then it is the sight into the eyes that will see the mind. Lust, for the form. Love, for the mind. We are sane, in love, and insane, when we feel the love slipping. We desire control, yet we cannot douse the flames of defeat…
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Sweetest pain Comes to take Any remnant of you From the bitterest world. Love was never the trip spent well, For I did find my comfort in Hell. You spit forth tears, in your missing passion, While I spit flame, atop buried sensations. A planet held high Over where you did die In a place,…
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I’ll not leave this serenade Of loneliness, Leaving dripping tears Upon the hollowness of my stare. You can draw the blinds closed To comfort me, Though I’ll remain To hold close the pain, The holes That are shattered marks on my heart. I’ll not drown my grief In a greater belief That I can lift…
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Love is the Devil’s unkindness In the arms that float on To the next expected devotion. She will Sink on in gravity’s mask, As a face descends upon her, again In the Earth’s collapse. I pleaded Blood to be kept In veins, When all was stolen in a mere second To the guided winds of…
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Swaying upon the anchor, I am, While you are lifted To incredible heights. Your lips Pressed against the palest blue, While I am still An eclipse away. The light in my heart Has faded Into distant blackness. You are the fear I have come to endear With trembling fingertips, Tormented gaze. I will never stop…
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Of elegance in serene landscapes Atop your form in the expression Of what grows, There are lakes for gleams, With eyes that never seem To stare with much discomfort. You are the ocean, As I am the boat That glides above you. There is no storm to press me down, To pressure you. Your evenness,…
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Wield me In your verse, In your river Of words spilled upon the platter Where servants come to take For those deserving Of our pleas, of our cries. Tears have formed the streams for us to walk On manifestations. Beauty is the open trail While sadness leaves itself to be The guttural wail. I hope,…
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How can shattered hearts Mend as one? I bleed what you cannot see From me, For my pain Remains to you A stark blindness. Upon the path of your story, You are filled, You are freed From inescapability. Love is perilous, Death seems merciful To you, in this heat, In this bleak Contrasting moments From…
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She shed rose water From showering eyes, Leaving duress upon the caress, Contemplating futures, Where all I meant to go Was one step backwards To where I began. The meaning of all I have lost On this road of no miles Leaves hearts wide open, My heart Filled with the filth Of a thousand perplexities.…
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With each beat of a hollow heart, Each ache pressed against my chest, There is still the warmth of you, To my vague recollection. Your beauty matches symmetry, Easily shattered. Your eyes, the suns for my blindness, Your form, the pain I absolve So swiftly under the burning oaks With their falling boughs. I want…
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“We always lean to kiss the flame that is never meant to wither, like the flower.” – To not Sink a Friend
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We were nothing more To be everything less Than a mountain To shadow the sea. Love is our story, Our complexity, Our safety, Though we bleed so much, With tears that stream Down to our frozen chins. That mountain, Our love, Lowest In its deepening cratered Shallows Where anger raises up, For that mountain Is…
Modern Romanticism 