Writing
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Love is spottedAcross your heart, as the empowered longingTo see everything meant to be,Yet couldn’t be. I was in you, upon a time,With breath upon every bone in your form.You breathed over me, in the past whenWe knew love for the fields, and their scenery. I am still in you, am I not?The little memories,…
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Words are the very chords Echoed out from somewhere deep, Plucked upon heartstrings, in the fullest moon. Love lifts clouds Away from your tired face. Love replaces them With the blushes of a sunset, vivid and wild. Breathe deep, those notes I will come to hear them Even in my most hazardous trials, Because, you…
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Twist the velvet Wrapped around your curving shoulders. And breathe me a kiss That is laced in the wine from our evening. Your eyes hold a subtle Hint of what I’ve come to notice About you. Just the fevered rays of a sun that I’ve been lacking. Just the warmth of something meant to be…
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In May of 2018, I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 at a hospital, during a time I was weening off an anti-psychotic medication. I suppose that during the process of weening off that dreadful drug, I developed Bipolar 1. It affects my writing by keeping it in two directions: an “aggressive” side, and a “sensitive”…
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The absence of a doorTo the entrance of my heartMeant forTwo rooms to be the spacesTo exit both waysOr to enter both ways. She came in through, one before the other,First to enter,And then, to kiss.She came in through the absence of a door.It was just a mere entrance to my presence,For her to see…
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Wild as the petals upon the meadow’s edge Your cheeks grew to be the distant sunset, The color of love. A long blush held me captive As I was held in awe, I took what gaze I could find. From two eyes, I merely saw one Staring back, for the eye I saw to be…
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Where love showers Petals atop the held hands, From eyes, from skies, Dropped from musings, Deep in a gaze, While we are deep in a haze. Love flowers on a face, I have come to trace For each curve to her cheek, And each curve to joyous tears.
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Familiarity growsTo what I see,Behind the curtain, eyes seem to glowAs the roses atop the motioning sea.Love is aflame in her face,For me. Beauty has draped itself overWith a curtain, to blind me to see,Nipples as garnets atop porcelain flesh,Breasts as the hanging tears, raining from beneathHer treasured gaze.What a blaze atop her form, smothered…
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Memories are there for the mind to soak itself, in waters so murky or translucent, that feelings will continue to haunt and create sensations for the body to feel. Alessio is feeling upon this day the pain of hardness. Though, it is in a meditative state. For he is sitting with his eyes buried in…
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Memories are there for the mind to soak itself, in waters so murky or translucent, that feelings will continue to haunt and create sensations for the body to feel. Alessio is feeling upon this day the pain of hardness. Though, it is in a meditative state. For he is sitting with his eyes buried in…
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A man’s conscious mind demands that he gains in order to impress. This occurs first and foremost, for his subconscious mind demands that he passively search for love, and for the rest he desires most. A man’s weakness comes from his own subconscious, because his conscious mind had always been compelling him towards trivial gains,…
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Scarlet lipsAre to sing the tune of many yearsIn that same isolation,For it is the one that has kept you bleeding.Like a face that cannot smile,Because, its stone surface is un-moving.Like your face that does not smile,Because, you’ll only grip the stones, held at your throat. Your isolation,Your place among the ocean,With a face that…
Modern Romanticism 