romanticindeed
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“Without birth, there is no life. Without death, there is only stasis.” – Runil (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)
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Waters swerve,Arrows curve.The sideways attitude of destiny,The filtered agonyOf a final woe. She crashedUpon a shrub of thorns.She bledWithout stopping.She criedWithout seeing.She sleptWithout knowingI was near to hold her hand. A blue skyTurned blackAs the night without stars.I will not pick a one.I will not have another one. The infinity, nowIs just a remorse,An entanglement…
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Incessant stalkingOfThe romanceWhere dwellsA petulance,A lacking relationBetween that of pitiful me,To encapsulated you. Walk with the waters,I’ll do.For once I spoke aloud the vowsBefore the altar of white.You were dressed in dashing ivoryTo accompany the sun,SplashingRadiance on decadent cheeks. I wiltBefore you.AlwaysOn knees, to pleadFor the oncoming forgivenessIn your tear-stained sight. The climbTo see the…
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“It is never planned to fall in love. One either does, or doesn’t. One stumbles in the dark, before love is fallen into, like walking off a cliff. Love happens on accident, not by choice. It occurs, because our distractions have been turned to focus. Are we distracted by our love? If not, we are…
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A reveling,A shower,A broken stem,Fewest petals that come to claimThe spots where no remainTo be there, as shadows. The iris of her,Watches.Her fingers possess each edgeAs colored of orchids,Dropping scents to a storm of grass,Reeds, and porcelain daisies. I run with the meadow’s touch,Taking glancesOver a shoulder where holds no consign,No submissionTo the woes of…
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Chestnut hair,Winding downAs the covering cloakOver your pale face,Tortured cheeks. The wind comes through,Mocking enough.I plow my way to your arms,Hurling snow, overboardTo see that which floatsUpon the icy meadows,The icy shores. Your stagnant expressionMoves only when I sigh,Only when I cry. Your subtle motionsTo the sounds of sorrow,Make you come from waveTo wave.You become…
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Hanging by a wire,Not falling from any higher,Your neckIs here, to be kissedBy the flame of tragedy.Your hand holds air,Your eyes do not stare,Your breath has fallen silent,Your wilted feet, remainTo hang, like your head. Upon the rope,I found youAs the stilled woman with no sound.What will remain of me,Keeping a heart that beats for…
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“One does not comprehend love, when they are unwilling to die for it. Live love. Breathe love. Sleep with love. When it leaves you, fall into the abyss.” – Modern Romanticism
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Lisa had walked. Now, she lays. Upon a back with her eyes to the sunlight. It is her ceiling. Such a golden wash of hues extends to her resplendent, ivory face. What woman, any like her, can be she who eclipses all the stars to make the pitch darkness? Then, to create a new sort…
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“It is that the art, in the manner of abstraction, must be the disorder relived of, and through, the artist’s mind. If an artist creates, then they replicate what is upon their mind. If what their mind faces, is disorder, then the canvas will be torn apart with the colors. What has been ‘created’, has…
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To that which freezes all divine breath,Of the sepulcher standing with flesh,She loves all that comes to armsMade of winter’s hanging boughs.She carves into herselfThe burns, the churns, of a wilted shrub.Of a heart that seeds itselfUpon the ground’s pithy,Of whispers come forcefully. She is kissedBy love,By something aboveHer breathing nostrils.While she looks up,The world…
Modern Romanticism 