Writing
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Something speaks The universe from your eyes, The blood from your veins, The sentences from your soul, The messages from your heart, When two men go missing From the era of your desire. Poor simpleton, To the pyre They have went, with your heart in their stake. The flames grew higher, The scents grew taller,…
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Wed roses together, When we share together Deep moments, until the wreckage of hollow moons, Under the gaze with harbored tears, When faded photographs Are yours to swear Were not together there With the failing of your heart. You have music to play? Then, play it, Sound it In the drums of drunken song. All…
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When hearts tangle veins in a circle, When motionless beats are unfurled as loosened seeds, When beginnings are reaped, as endings are sowed, When miles are left for the ocean that sweeps All else into its bottomless form. What hunger can I reign into you To have what is left for me? I come in…
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Fill me with the contents of your well, While the noose holds the breath in your nostrils. White me out on the page, While you despair to think of the next day, When either a funeral or a pyre Shall eclipse the last flame of our hearts. A lie to see me lasting Only as…
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I seem to be Bequeathed by grief Under the heaviest clouds That drain my rain to fall down Freely from my open eyes. As my feet are parted, My shoulders are slack, Among the world around Where tiles shift into disproportions, As sunlight turns into moonlight, As flame turns into burning cold, As watchful gazes…
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On board the pilgrimage To the sleeping fields Where your eyes awoke to the summer’s eve, After tears were but the meadow’s dew, Your sighs, the night’s departure, Your cries, the Heaven we both cross. Upon a night’s crawl through the forests, Atop the simmering outline of your form, Through the shouldering cascades Of a…
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I saw the black circles About your sleepless eyes, Formed in the waking grief Of something lost from our hearts, Of something that quakes in the debris Of a thousand unveiled moments Where the thuds of such ruby Cannot be anymore counted. Where the blood stopped moving Freely on its path through limitless veins, There…
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When will life greet you Upon the river that moves Ten feet apart from the shoreline, Five feet apart from the skyline, One foot apart from me? For nothing is ever even in its distance From yourself, Among your woes, Among for each world that you cry for In your solitary glimpses of things that…
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Upon the half-way Between dusk and dawn, Our eyes did see the scars of the Earth For the stars of the universe. We allowed each moon to come falling To our open arms, Finding finality in where it had landed, Between us, For us. When worlds come together In the dawn, the nearing to an…
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Begin to write my name above the line you have drawn, In the crushed stone, In the sand. When the hurricane comes to take the waves To the bloody shores, It will be graceful, So wasteful. It will be the modern looseness Of all my ways Hurried across ebony and ivory landscapes, Of all my…
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Let stars Be that which your eyes melt towards, Upon the newly-forged night When marriage falls into eternity, When sleep can be forever awakened To the light of every sunrise. I want the moon to never gleam Its pale image, over our heads. There is only the joy to see Where we walk, Where we…
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Laced with the ebony, Raw in material, To drown my day away from the fray, To make a song from her eyes, To soak a curtain with her blues, To hide ourselves among the faraway Glances to each other’s heart. I find pain to show more solemn vows, Fevered in touches, Warm in glimpses, Iced…
Modern Romanticism 