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Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery’s sake, to see a face that looks back to his pain, to the absence. As this memory unites with himself, a hollowness begins to become so apparent in its torture. Just a single pang of loneliness, doubt, and uncertainty to keep…
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Simplest grief,Arranged wreathFloats byOn gentle breezes.One warming sighCannot beFrom the coldest cry.Your eyesWanderWith streaming gatheredTears.Warmth,Blue kissesBreathe down my throatThe song you want me to sing. I am to kiss your face,Exquisite one.Undress your form to the windsWhen they become one.Ardor and splendor,Are unified, becoming none.Just a modest sense,Equivalent to that none. I love,I crave,I wish,I…
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RespectIs the glance of distanceTo ease the side that concerns youThe most.Love is that,The distance.As I hold your hand,I flood the space between usWith waters you cannot see,Using eyes you cannot notice,Veiled behind a cloak of white. A filigree of vintage covering,So like snowThat rains in from an overcastField,From above.For I want to kissEvery draining…
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“The more manufactured a simple thing is, like a vote, the less it should ever be seen, in terms of its quality. There is the intelligent politician, or there is the intelligent individualist. There is the idiot politician, or there is the idiot individualist. Though, to say that there is intelligence in casting a simple…
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Let yourself be named, “hope”,For youHave found the twine,The ropeThat saw me hangingBy a gentle sway,After a greater tug of myselfInto this well. Run your tears like waxDown the braided piece of string,Thin as your eyelashes,Long as your armsTo where I reside.I must come up. Like dismal Autumn leaves,You leak the contents of your eyesDown…
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My dear,Dine with me, near,And place your eyes close to the weightOf the entire sun.Dream magnificence,Hold radianceIn arms that perch like burning birch,And give to me your sweating glance,Drowning the night’s wavesIn heat. Your loveIs a calm stupor.I will guest youIn tomorrow’s morningBy lifting youTo see the remnants of the moon.Hold your tongue,And do not…
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This was delayed, because a new cover had to be made. It will be released, very soon.
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Harvest itFrom wet lips,Sunken deepIn the ever-grey tempest.You are disguised by distrust,Yet, I can tell you do this to allure. Just a romantic elementTo describe this infatuationFor a heavenly pairOf glistening redBrought close,By your radiant stare. Undress yourself,Nestle yourselfIn the iris-covered quiltsThat I might sinkInto your silk. You are beautifulWhen you step back,Against the wallWith…
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“It is never that a person feels pain for what is present, though rather for what is absent.” – Modern Romanticism
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“If love hurts, then love will survive. One should know the difference between the pain of loss, and the pain of sacrifice, in love. For if one has given their heart, then one has sacrificed themselves. That is the pain, to be named as the happiness for what one should know was a worthy departure…
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“One should name themselves as weak, and forever such, when they dislike the idea of attaching themselves to a non-material thing, being a person. For if they were to lose that person, it could not be seen as expendable. It would be seen as forever lost. True strength is only ever bred when one can…
Modern Romanticism 