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cirso29 · 4 years
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Smoldering
Softly
In your echoes
Holding on tightly
To peals of laughter
You left lingering in the air
Catching
Almost palpable
Bittwersweet memories
Left in your broken shadows
Oh how you spelt
Your daydreams in
Your fingertips
And grace running in your veins
I will dedicate this song
To the sweetness left
In your foot steps
Butterflies dance along
To the swaying of you soul
Like a daylily
Sinking in the sunlight
Today i'll write you in a letter
Sing you in a song i cant live without
Because right now i'll have to place
Chrysanthemums at your feet
Where regretting is too late
And forgiveness is too early
For moments to be spent with you
Some day
I'll hope to see your smile
Let us reunite again
Under different circumstances
In another time
[ Lucid echoes ]
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cirso29 · 4 years
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I like people who talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus / The Fall (via bnmxfld)
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cirso29 · 4 years
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With you, I am
unbroken
undefined.
to your temple,
I confide
all my sins 
all my tragedies
you’ll wash away
in time
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cirso29 · 4 years
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anxious
I wait for the sun to depart
to unburden myself
under the presence of stars
pouring down like tidal waves
--
for a moment of respite
I draw ink from my blood
and carve my agony on paper
because
to inhale peace
you must exhale pain
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cirso29 · 4 years
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midnight,
stars sing gently
--
i let myself melt
between the spaces of your fingers
to your soft eyes laced with love
--
i try to breathe slow
and steady
hoping to preserve
that fragile moment
that brittle peace
that clings to the air
--
wait for morning
and I will write again
to hold that peace
in paper boats
forever
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cirso29 · 4 years
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your verses
are not just
mere poems
but they are
gospels
for which
all beautiful things
reside
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cirso29 · 5 years
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I tied rain clouds
Around my wrist
I march your memories
On my sleeves
And
I glorify the ache
Brought by your name
This is to tell the world that
I am in love
As much as
I am in pain
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cirso29 · 5 years
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A poet's parlance
I speak in a definite language
And
I have always been
Its bearer of words
Its trumpeter of lyrics
Its purveyor of choruses
I dissect letters
Piece by piece
Stitching metaphors
To common things
Like how I could compare
Sad tones
Of a violin playing
Somewhere in the distance
To midnight restlessness
Or how I add adjectives
Or verbs or nouns
To intangible things
Making them
Tangible
Or how I could make
The tangible
Intangible
Or make the intangible
Even more intangible
And vice-versa
Just like how I add the word
“Drop”
To the word “midnight” or how I add
The word “garden”
To the word “mouth”
And how I pull emotions from it
To make an entirely new poem
“Drops of midnight drench my skin
As your memories still smolder
Tonight I dedicate
Another poem,
Another shout into the void.
Do you still have
That garden in your mouth
Where people fall victim
To the snakes under its grass?
I remember how
You poisoned me with your words
And now
I have your words
Running through my veins
And now, I bleed words
On certain nights
Where your poison
Is too much to bear.”
In my words,
I could extend infinities
Make eternities last
A little longer
I could make intersecting worlds
And make silence be
Its primary language
I can make this poem be
An elegy to myself
Or just another set of words
Finding its way
In the back of my hard drive
This is my language
Intangible, inscrutable, indecipherable
Incomprehensible,
Incoherent,
Impossible.
Layers upon
Layers of meaning,
Metaphors
Upon metaphors,
And yet
You will never get lost
In this maze of
Verboseness
This is my metaphorical language,
The tongue of the damned,
The dialect of the broken,
The words of the uncommon.
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Call of the waves
I find you here
In the strange whimper
Of the waves
Like a hushed hum
Resounding
In the deepest night
I sit by your shore
Feet buried in the
Shifting sands
I come with words
Hanging above my head
Either a halo
Or a guillotine
Yet like certain plants
That bloom
In the darkest night
You come with memories
Cradled between your fingers
And sincerity
Wedged in your smiles
We gaze at the sky
Forming asterisms
Searching for guidance
In star light
We suture poems
Tracing verses along
Each other’s skin
How moments like this
Lasts longer
Than infinities
Yet like certain plants
That bloom
In the darkest night
You disappear
By the time morning arrives
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Abstract
/
I stare at my reflection
And trace the arcs beneath my eyes.
Was it because of the crying
Or
All those sleepless nights?
I will never know
//
I stare at you now
And you stare back with unblinking eyes
At the other side of the screen
Your smile frozen in time
Still, ever entrancing
I yearn for you.
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I once told you
Each star in the sky Is my poem for you
Now I think back
My words still hold true.
My poems are like the stars
They dazzle and sparkle
But their essence is dead
////
You are not dead
But you killed yourself within me
But what remains alive
Are my memories of you
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cirso29 · 5 years
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We drown
So softly in
The august rain
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Of all the regrets
That fell upon
My shoulders
Yours was my favourite
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Once in a while, I bleed and call them poems
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Maybe stars are just
Lost hearts
Looking for souls
To call home
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cirso29 · 5 years
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Everlasting echoes
I come with words
Hanging above my head
Hoping to be a poem tonight
Or a story someday
Like drops of moonlight
I savor your memories
Like fine wine
While I trace the arcs
Tiredness
Marched beneath
My eyes
I wonder how
You could leave
Such travesty behind
Like an
Everlasting echo
You speak
In constricted syllables
Fainter
And
Fainter
Closer to infinity
But never quite reaching it
I still listen to
The broken symphonies
Your memories whisper
From time to time
Like a faint, soft
Glow
Like a small, careful
Breath
I slowly undress those words
Strip them down
To it bare letters
And gently place them
In another softly spoken
Verse
And now
My poem is complete
Another ink stain version of you
Draped in memories
Another paper boat sent
Into the storm
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