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Fatal. Under that waterfall,eyes have fallen. Teardrops have keptpressured all that once creptup to knees, to plead, to grievein an act to receiveclosure at gated release. One more word. One wordunspoken, among those countlessthat were heard. Hearing allthat fell from poisoned lips,with all that burned freefrom once-frozen eyes. Chained to daywhere sleep exists outsideof those…
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Name a price. Or reverse this theme,back to belonging inside armsthat have never held more than a glimpse,an image’s fade, an answer’s shade. Nothing comes back, besides those footstepshanging onto vanished tracks. No one hears a voice continuing to callfor those words left unsaid,because a heart had fled into midnightwith its faith too small. Ivory…
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The area aroundto a chosen world, your home,visited on this occasionwhen your veins carry you out,leaving your memoriesburied in bitterness and red.Ever-changingto digress, disassociatedfrom fertile, uprising dread. You poke loose,budding anew, as light has enabled youto look up towards vacant skies. Are you blind to certain planets,those spheres from your yesteryear?A salience conjured out of…
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Some subtle breezecrosses my cheek,fading a tear – dragged like a sailboatto its last destinationon a way to nowhere. One place of frozen flesh,quivers at a hint of warmth, while my eyes flashat viewing a dusty pathlined with petals,even on either side. I have felt your presencein glaring silhouettes, among lighthousesI held onto as hope,…
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Puddles. Adjacent, skinless,though memorable. I felt a dropletclinging to a broken neck.I carved silence into these shadows,surrounding me on a dirt pathway.I wanted someone to scream with me,hoping with me that nothing is leftbesides these muddied reflections. In all, being lost, among desert sands,I can still weep that ocean that leftnames, traced in eternal puddles,in…
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When eyes glow beneath surfaced rainbows.Hands clasped in prayer, two witnesses to fallen snow.When waters are here to stayclose, within eyes, imploring up to ceilings and skies,children are us, when we are stung from lossdown to those pyres named for sacrifice.When our worlds are close for thoseimprisoning moments life will stealraindrops we find hard to…
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I often contemplate character among eyesthat entertain their perceptions, from syllablesof a handheld other, whose heart treatsan autumn session of falling colorlike those repeats of heartbeats, wide intheir years, leaving promises on handsin shapes of sadness, tears, a knowledge of being more encompassingthan all barren shadows, beneath leaves,this surrounding scene still tragic,yet hollow. These contemplations…
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You hear that unfolding. Pages recreate an echo. A faint call.That sound cannot remain wrinkled, staying old – it isn’t a memory you can leave in a grave, when its casketwill be the only thing rotting. Upon your forehead,petals have fallen. They writhe like those maggots you hopeare feasting upon our bittersweet tragedy.We have screamed…
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Who knocks on his door? A nurse bathed in white; for I say, he has not yet left. Please give him ease. I give him ease, with his hand held in mine. I will grant him relief, with his breath taken into mine. As luck might have it, I have listed a measure of peace,…
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All those autumns, parted together,but we sewed each word. Still managingto bind roots into a knot. Here, keepingour tears streaming off living verdure. Still calling for your warmth,running from a gaping pair of lips,vacant from one more soothing kissto keep winds moving –our words, promises in unison,our lives still with thumping hearts, watering down our…
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Vain. Veins, lashing from smoking eyes,lowering bodies into timber,ample for our aching fire. We sift,when we drift, desiring nothing morethan all the world’s hope,combined, believing more in what hearts had costto drown in blood that we lost. There are leaving stars.There are remaining scars – from a dreaming night, where wehad been wallowingin the gleam…
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A piece of me, fallen into you,dropped as a bucket into your soul. Through what naivetyexpresses this glimpse, this journeyto carry you from falling overboard,because I know you’ve built that ocean,I know you were lost in those skies,deafened in your own cries,frozen among endless motion. I have ended your stagnation,your overdone resignation.Kissing your faint heartbeatinto…
Modern Romanticism 