romanticindeed
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StareWith all your gleaming spirit.EmboldenThe ripeness of a flower’s petals.Your irises speak to the orchids,As your pupils whisper to the sun.No blindness,Just color,As would be of your soul. I am enamored,GatheredBy the remaining droplets of joyThat hum down your cheeks,As you fall to my arms,Catching the many pleas,Within the fewest seasThat set a calm tide…
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Wake the leavesFrom their sleep.Blow silent kissesThrough the Autumn rain.Wilt your eyes,With the tearsThat come crashingTo my waiting hands. Can you walkWithout stoppingOn the road next to debris,On the road next to where you leftLonely scenery? Your beauty,Your startled handsPush trust from your side.You run,When you envelop me. Falling tresses,Lonely eyes,Tortured mind,Of my only despairing…
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Let your sun come up,To crash with the wind,Making warmth sear my cheeks,Loosening radiance against these scarsThat recede like waves from the shoreInto sculpted memories. I am, where you falter,Beneath the anchor.We are Moses, choosing to be stagnant,Rather than to part the reflection,The complexionOf captivation. Just a heart buried too deep,Just a moment we can…
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Weighted,Gravitational,Downwards on a slopeTowards where I still seek to gropeFor the plains that hold no flowers,As just the dust settles from the overcast,Long as my emotions last. NumbnessOf winter,For this white could not look more black.I peel back my eyes,To see the sourness of the sun,Burning me to stillness,Leaving me open. I run,Though I cannot…
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Hold your head close,Soft one,There is still another tear left to consume,Tragic one.Your belly requires the sustenanceOf an aching noonWhere dreams are caught in the highest sun,As oceans are wept from the furthest gazeOf tinted eyes. Wildest morningsCome upon your brow,For we believe the shell of needless stainsIn our bodiesHave amounted for all,With none for…
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Glistening fogAbout your wrists,With gestures towards the paint upon walls,With stillness to your face,As you laid in the grave.For as your fingers point to the earthen sides,My eyes shower your cheeks.As you lay there to be coveredBy the damp debris,I am here to read aloud the nightIn my palms. Your worldIs regrettably deadBeneath all the…
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Hold handsAround the stems to the roses,That you will grasp thornsTo bleed iron up to your nostrils.Your growthIs a fermented kind,That moves to the blue behind the overcast.You show mercy to newest daylight,Telling the truth to children,Leaving the wires about your heart,In connection to disconnection. I will show strandsOf my hair,How they burnBehind my own…
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“If deception becomes believed in this society of ours, we’d only know a person by the mask upon their face. For beneath that mask, is the truth. The mask, itself, merely represents us covering the truth.” – Modern Romanticism Truth is a oneness. A wholeness. If we splinter the truth, we fragment a reflection. We…
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She said to me,“Unfold yourself,That you might shed tearsUpon this empty paper.I want to read who I am,Not what you are.” I shed a drop,I fled to safety,To catch moreUpon the pageThat never fadedThe letters, into time. Her death will sink a ship,As I sink my heartStraight through the cracksOf a former love.Where was once…
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“A generalization is not so much the trivialization of a person, place, or thing. It is more the act of simplifying a person, place, or thing so that ambition, as a drive for stupidity, does not bring in a chaotic mentality.” – Modern Romanticism A man is direct, and straightforward. He is weak, when he…
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“Accountability is the perfect counterweight to ambition.” – Path of Exile (Malachai, The Nightmare)
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“Grief compels the fool to act out, from it. Grief compels the fool to raise a fire against those who wronged them. They are consumed, blinded, by the need for Vengeance. The blood boils up to their eyes, and they see nothing more than their own carnage. A common human element is hunger. Hunger is…
Modern Romanticism 