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“Oh, the Schizophrenic is none so accursed as one might think. Their ability to look at the world differently can be a boon to those who see this realm for everyone, in a stagnant and uneven position. As I am one diagnosed with such an illness, it is then that I perceive what a human…
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To the future, the artist can tell where the present will go. For the present, the artist can see that the past shall shape his wisdom, so that the future holds clarity. For to what the artist can create, there is always a distance from Creation, to futurist scenery. Though, it cannot be that an…
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“No person is ever responsible, in terms of choice. As this would be the same to ask a mother which of her children she would choose to die, since if not, she’d be responsible for them all. All responsibility is, rather, within the realm of not having a choice.” – Modern Romanticism
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The funeral strikes the hour,As I waltz pastThe raining petalsThat do not,RepeatingDo notBurn, nor tearApart, at their solaced shower. Her hair falls back, lifeless,Never againTo be brushed by the hand,My hand,Facing the floor,Soaring towards the naked shoreWhere eyes can glimpse my stroking tears. I had loved,Meagerly loved,Simply lovedThe rose gathered amongstAll these forgotten petals.Her face,A…
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Weaken your eyes,Face your tears,Consume your own fears,Oh, yearning woman.The House of GodHas condemned youUpon the marriage to divorce,Upon the union with derangement,With wilted roses gathered in armsUp towards the altar.You clean yourselfWith showers of pity. You are the petalClung to the needless stem,For you desire a thorn. You have tears growing from your eyes,Drinking…
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Why light,WhySo bright?What have I burnedOf the stilled tomorrow?Her hair radiates,Her skinEscalates, the tempest,Me,And the fuses at the endsOf herWorn fingers. BeautySmiles, one of heavinessTo myAching body.Her ownEclipses what I see of light,So bright,With giants to every step,Every encroaching hourTo my feeble sight. Lead on,My womanWhose arms crawl,Whose legs drag,Though still remains beautifulTo even the…
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I cannot tellWhich part of the night with starsLeads me to Heaven,Or withers me to Hell.I dream of drinks,Of chalices full of tears,Full of another’s blood.There, to the winds that carryThe scent of a funeral’s pyre,I effort myself to loathe,Never to love. Dreams can tell apart,Day from night.And I,With hollowness to every scar,Stare into the…
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“Nothing made should be viewed as all that which can be divided, without breeding a materialistic mindset bent around choice. To choose, merely means to escape from the responsible self. To do the right thing, is to embrace responsibility.” – Modern Romanticism Diversity has its two meanings in creation and causation. What is born out…
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White-petaled coversOver a mattress, made of blackVelvet,Caressing the back of one pallid beauty.Her dreams come as nightmares,Wading as the furnaceTo heat her face, pound her heart,Receding time like the grayest oceanTo a former shore. Just a dead love,That wed too quickly,And died too helplessly.TearstainsMock the song of the future,While bleaknessTreasures weakness. Unceasing painTo the woman…
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Glares of rust,As my hands sift past curtainsBlocking memories from neededIntrusion.My fault becomes evident,A quieted beliefOf some Spirit, full of Holiness,Radiant in wherever Temple was builtTo house this guiltOf sin, immortal,Of loathing, endlessOf those dripping at the endOf a stained blade. My life,Woeful,As my wifeLies crippled in blanketing fears.Why memories mustTurn fault to the glaring…
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“As hatred cannot be offered by use of words, then it falls to criticism to undertake speech made through use of intellect or idiocy. For when the former takes place, being of intellect, then it is the debate that stages the ground. When it is the latter taking place, being that of idiocy, there is…
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