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I told herthrough humming words,vibrato for effect,that I could not be her shadow.I gave her a choice,to release mefrom being either behind,or before me -whichever directionour light bled.I pleaded to her,upon knees made of marble,in an ocean of sorrow,that I cannot be this hollow.For her,I kneaded daytime’s existence,to be a message, in plain sight.Without her,shoreline…
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Resurrect me,disciple of a cold north.I have been stretchingthese shadowsto seek your torch. I have outlivedmore than I can bear,sheltered under an eclipse,burning in what is brokeninside this aging heart. I have been fearingwhat I am becoming.You are near,though your nectar is not.Nature eludes me,either by mercy or malice. Reveal me,if you ever believe this.I…
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Waiting for youto extinguish this flame,though I am not concernedwhere I am walking towards. I am leaving dropletsof wax, fallen and freefrom Heaven’s lies. Give your noose over,gracefully knotted,as it is all I ever lost. A liquified kindness,in the form of a kissbrings back your memory. A phantom, a fading lightas a hand upon a…
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Underscore, a highlightupon this bruised flesh,beneath flashing storms. I am not seeing sunlight,having become bottomlessin this designated state. I am not seeing that glow,having become replicatedfrom particles of snow. Underlined – keep me pinned,keep me reminded of what’s next. There’s a silver streaktearing across a galaxy. There’s an iron wombas one forgotten tomb. Who’s there…
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To sculpt youout of porcelain memory.Sadness is a giftwhen hands reach to siftwhat’s taken, to liftup to eyes, up to skieswhere the presence of eternitygets depicted in a sunrise. To remind myselfof what came to be,under rain, this loathsome. To let myself knowof those steps taken belowa crying, blurred sightas darkness blends with light. You…
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You’ve drawn yourselfin corners, as one disconnected,resurrected shadow.You were bleeding your hopes,across portrait-covered walls.You were blanketing your scarsbehind an ever-thinning veil. I am here, imagining your faceas a wondrous arrayof truthful dismay. And are youseeing me, cloaked in uncertainty? Blessing your tragic form,like a petal, receiving its sunafter a fateful infinityof absent moons. I’ve kissed…
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It might be as soldiers pray,upon their knees, offering devotion,in those sentences of designation,upon that moss-covered stonethat whispers within wind. It might be, as we saythat our dreams were rusted,destined to be an idleness,leaving color under an ocean, staving connectionin its vastness of loneliness. Upon its surface,I see your reflectionbringing me close. Nestled in your…
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Seeking a cure,at this end, of our world,at this final stop,after that final pleawe held, for seconds morethan our sights could handle. Let us yearn afterthat cradle, full of thorns,that shelter we called warmtheven in its decay. We could repel what we absorb,to let our blood dry, our tears, too,believing this to be healingall of…
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Anticipation’s refill,leaving tears at your door,I am burning unwritten messagesbefore they’re ever given thought. You sold me your smile,sending me into recycled denial,with flowers clung upon walls,shadows in all corners. Breathe deep. Emotions reapthat last second to devoura remember, dismembered flavor. Blossomed sunrise,bleeding sunsets; were you seeing what ended,with wounds, a heart not mended?
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Passerby – a cloud,wandering for years;will you rain, letting goof sighs, of gusts,like from an open mouth?And the droplets,to bring forth that flood? Staying here – a stone,present for years,accompanied only by moss –this quilt of an unkempt mind,receding with all heatwithin September,to its days of melancholy. Yearning, while no leavesare turning, for birthof some…
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Drawing curtains on a sunrise,draining eyes, one at a time.Blinding ourselves from shine,from light, though gleams resideon this residue leaving our sight. Contemplation starts. Hearts stopin this blackness of shared vision.What are we, in this turmoil of disbelief?We are the shadows of naked trees,only growing when the sun ever sets. I choose life, fertilizing strife,wiping…
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Thin trail.Following it backto fear. I am swallowingthese urges,concealing myselfin blue-framed,portraits. I am weeping,while you go on,like a cloud,to separate. We’ve shared history,folding page against page,noting pauses withinawestruck expressions.I loved to dancein your words, though you need thismore than I do,in what you admit. To the wrong of our unity,you’ve unleashed clarity.In how I submit,I…
Modern Romanticism 