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Beauty is levelled, Feeds itself a rope. Hollowness recedes itself Back upon the slope. You crash into the dust you were born in, Bleeding with severity. Your dreams are blood-let, Soaking the grass beneath our worn feet, While tragedy sweep tears away Under the ashen rug.
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How long will the stagnant winds run throughMy rotten sails?I have once become eclipsed of eternity,Only to set myself at seaIn your swollen embrace,Full of tides to escape into,Full of tears, certain to be wept.My eyes run with Heaven,And yours,With Hell. Walk alongThe shore,Will you?Envy the siren,Drink of her venom,Her toxic claws.Breathe of her wingsThe…
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“All colors are depictions of gatherings. They are the prettiness that exists upon the outer, while the truth is within to the inner. How much to be distracted by those colors, those divisions? They are infinite in their spawn. They do not fight with one another. They believe themselves unified, under those colors. Yet, it…
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How could ILive up to where she sees me low?How could I sunder myselfWhen my voice releases thunder? I break,But I do not fall.I stare onwardTowards the beast’s bloody call. I falterOn the wind,Making my sails tattered,Scorning my face,In the painted mirror.The terrible reflectionOf one merciless sea. There Neptune’s laughterOf my sympathetic drowning.There is Bacchus’s…
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The soldier twists a limb,All seasons end on a whim,Never a day for a fallen petalToo soon for a fallen leaf. The perfection of loveResides in completion.A strategyOf chaotic logic.A straight lineWith curves of arms that wrapAround that which remains standing. A life,A rising orchid,A capturing of stillness,Of captivationIn beauty’s remembrance.A faceThat does not disperse.…
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“To make a choice, is to want control. In love, however, everyone is a victim.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Freedom is in excess, when we have forgotten our duty, as adults, to witness and supervise over lesser people so they may rise beyond where they will inevitably be stagnated.” – Modern Romanticism Children. Childish adults. These sorts are not meant to have opinions, viewpoints, perspectives… or whatever other synonym there is available. It may…
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When will you walkWithout the hard strokeOf your aching feet?You impatientWoman, with too many blocksTo wields in arms, meant toCarry something far more soft.You stumbleOn iron.You dream of empiresYou cannot even kiss. Why do you implore overDisaster?Why do you wish for meTo step aside,That you might constructAnother Hell? I love all waking momentsOf your eyesAgainst…
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“If to love, to help, to be empathic/empathetic means to be a liberal, then politics would only endanger such heartfelt sorts. No politician comprehends the meaning of empathy, when their task is to speak to an audience, not an individual. For as the individual would have a heart, then the audience would have a color.…
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Only the heartCan cart you back to sunriseWhile the love is eclipsed,ShelteredBy the bones from a smelter,MeltedInto a white next to black. My canvas for this grief,Running like the pale oceanOut of my eyes.Sentences I conjureLeave winds to stir. Her eyes show the heartache,Manifesting on blue shallows.My place is designed in her,The flu, my cure,My…
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I throw shadows,Comforting darknessTo smother the blaze,The heated nature of love. I am a funeral apartFrom a wedding.The castration of my youthHas left me unendingIn tears to falter well-beingBy my burning cheeks. She shadows my leaves,By clouds that depart rain.She holds her hands upon her throatTo seize the world, to sink the ropeDown to the…
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“Improvement has sat, like the building on its foundation. It is, until change came along like a hurricane to tear it down.” – Modern Romanticism Change is very much like the wind, not ever directional in its motions. It curves, this “change”, and does not ever move across a straight line. There are those who…
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