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Who seems keento find interestin a mere shadowblundering in its light,graceless in its uneven,meandering pace?Swollen eyeshave dropped,just like anchors,heaviest residue.Hands quiver,under the sun,mistaking warmthfrom a feverto be from anothergranting kindness.There’s been a tragic,blindsided deliveryof weather, in an aftermaththat left limbs broken.Fear has becomea frequent reminderto re-administerthe familiar poison.There’s been a passingin the sense of what’sbrought…
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I’ve built a raft,waiting for the starsto come out froma universe that breathesemptiness over thisnameless ocean.I’ve been watchingthe letters become oneintoxicating promise,while I’ve searchedfor resolve,under the doubt.What is there to carrywhen it will sink beneatha cradle, of armsthat are never weightless?I’ll be journeyingfor endless eons,striving to pavemere ripples, a path,leading towardsa vacant lighthouse.Each star, one…
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A softness, revealed,even when you coveryour eyes, with handsdirtied from searchingfor something to fillthe hallways in your mind.What has implored youto believe in this dust?It’s always what nevernourishes you,just as you keep cravingshelter beneath clouds.I might not understand,though I can reprimandthis small expressionof depravity.I can force looseyour binds, that youmight, at last, seek outa better…
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When rinsing these hands,I am watering a collectionof private scars.I am growing a gardenthat echoes after everydrop of morning dew.I have been leadingthese footstepstowards an ledge,where I’m alwaysdipping a faceinto the black inkof an abyss.When I write,shrouded in silence,I have been mergedin surrounding white.I have sunkenthis form of minein pages, for surrenderto be how I…
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Revolve aroundthree-dimensions.Admire herwhile she sounds,when she spillssighs from varnished,abandoned lips.Two stepsis all it ever takesto turn intimidationinto presentation.Letting armsbe her branches,crossing aboutlayer after layerof milk-white flesh.Being that lightshe never thought of,preferring to drownunder disowning nights.I’ve come to kissher center, her corners,capturing her displayin memories, for the day.A heart may bleed out,flames might go out,though under…
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Reviewing eyes,a feather in the wayburns at my grasp.I do not releaseanything I catch,even when it causesdiscomfort and unease.I’ve let a heartbe torn at its seams,to come apart,while I’ve been watchingspaces being filledin external view.Buildings close into remind me of whatI’ve closely buried,after being blindto abstract faces,within internal view.I’ve been seeingnothing that willtake steps back,being…
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Wrong path to takemeans another promiseI did not realizeheld too much at stake.I’ve dropped stonesfor more vain reasons,as I’ve nothing leftto keep afloat.I’ve long wantedto drown these pagesthat repeat historyetched in sands.I’ve sunk just the tearsthat make a heaviness,bled from a heart -another stonein the ivory.Screams come easyto produce, for the windto drag them acrossa…
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Surround this spacewith unclean direction.Remind me of whatI’ve lost, while I gatherall that I’ve burnedas a pile of dust.This weather rainsfrom clouds as heavyas this heart.These fields absorbblood from a leaking soul,from a shattered mind.I’ve narrowed this gazeto a plain search for peace,with blinded eyesto the dark, as I denyits own seemingimmortality.I count razorsin the…
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Another wayto switch this arrayof limitless colorsinto a sprawl of gray.It has become enoughto see it, as it was,with nothing but airto provide our touch.What were we sayingwhen we were surveyingthe vastness of these ruins?Fire has always beenour light, after we ignoredwhat it was destroying.Fire has now broughtattention to our wounds,before feeling the pain.We cannot…
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A wandering wish,an ideal that makes onewhisper their wordsthrough covering fog.If I can stallyour gaze, in this mist,perhaps I can bewhomever you’ve cried for,binding our limbs,leaving our tearsfor no one to follow.Being blessed, in serviceto an anchoring ceremony.What is love, if notsomething to flood a heartwith a single dropletof mutual devotion?Not just you,but the both…
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Rehearsing this,a tale you’ve being tellingto a thousand morelike me, because you knowthat I will listen.But you do not expect meto replace your shadowswith anything elseother than whatmakes more.Anything other thana lantern, a candle,or the whole of the sunI cannot offer, cannot bringwhen it’s held closeto blind your eyes.In love, even whileI am able to…
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I recognize that thisis what you’ve dismissed,but I’ve been gatheringthese rocks, together,for an eternal fire.I’ve been reconnectingan endless sprawl of wires,hoping you’ll receivethis connection,becoming just as blindas this unreasonable,blatant devotion.Hanging a heart fromits roads, its strings,among all the other thingsleft out to dryin the sun.Tears cannot be whatmeans I’ve kept this going.I will weep, if…
Modern Romanticism 