romanticindeed
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No one told a manTo dust off his skin, in the corner.No one scolded the manWhose eyes blazed a stream to the future.No one could hold a manWho would cry in that cornerOver the faint photograph of a faceThat would never grow faint in his mind. He had told himselfThat his words are the loneliness.He…
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“Be proud for what you can accomplish. Be humble for what those accomplishments make you.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Love promises. Fear breaks.” – Modern Romanticism
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“How can bravery stand, when the flag burns? How can she, who I love, be placed atop the nation of a many? How can, when civil war breaks loose, I must withdraw from her arms to the plight of a salvation? To save all who could die, alongside. Rather, to quiet the beating drum of…
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FallenBeneathThe blue tempestOf grief,Where disbeliefIs my new strength,As denialIs my revivalFrom an ocean I had forgotten to swim. Under,Where I amDrowning,You still roar with bent stareUpon the fossil to my formRemaining so very tornBy sailsThat only ever wailIn the return of you, to my waiting arms. You give griefTo the beastThat remains untied,Unbound,Not of his…
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Start fadingBeneath the centered sunlightOn your captivated expression.The world has not taught you to stayWith arms to your side.You bleedThough you never lose what is spilled,Except for your tears. You catch the fallen droplets,Like lost autumn leaves,Like one forgotten summerThat enjoyed its daylight,Before grief had spawned from the womb,Buried in the most antique of tombs.…
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Watch the leavesTurn whiteThrough falling debris,Of clouds that never receive color. I am the enemyTo my own sunriseThat never welcomes my handDrowned in the sand. Too many clocksHave broken for the pieces put together,Except the hands,For about, they spinIn idle hours,Idle tears, that never descend quietly. Love has turned its face about,Motionless,Calmly,Greeting the warmest weather…
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Panic runsTo then return,Upon a moment in sunrise,When the flies swarm open mouths,Lost in the wounds,Lost in the eclipseOf your heart in the moon.Your beauty is a dream without extent,Without a face,Without the needed traceTo this wandering ocean. Combined with me,You are the dust that settlesOn the reddest rose,Blanketing my scowl,Drowning out my howl,For you…
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“The only reason a scandal would target the fiercest at the politician, is because it strikes the heart. Character becomes the only thing berated, of the politician, when the scandal is caused. The heart is the symbol to the emotions. The mind is the symbol to logic. The body is the symbol to vulnerability of…
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Blinded, as I amBy the streams of your brightest lightOf a Heaven I knowYour screams cannot be.It is a pain I forgetBefore the face of a gracing love.Though, a painI will not deplete myself of,In recollection of arms I knew as a childWrapped around me forThe protection I had adored. I will not obey darkness,I…
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A: How much do you love her? B: It’s not a question of how much, but that I just do. A: Then, it’s never a question of how much you would do for her? B: It’s rather a question of how much she trusts me to do for her.
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A: What have you used to cure your pain? B: Love. A: You used love? B: I found love. I found it, because it wasn’t always available.
Modern Romanticism 