romanticindeed
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Your even tracesSpill wild graces.I am fixed upon the moonOf your prettied face.To then, your form beyond,To see, the great details beneathA changing expression. You have formed your formOut of ivory.I have tasted its sample,Of leaking perspiration. You battle quiet momentsWith fervent joy.You resound the chapters aloudOf our breath beneath the water. I taste of…
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“My mind is not the greatest place to be. But, if you read one of my books, that’s exactly where you’re going.” – Sam Krieg (The Secret World)
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“Hope is always the conquest of light over those who never held it. It begins small, soon transfiguring to a giant illumination. For hope is never begun as a plural, as it is begun in a singular. Hope is the one match to begin a forest fire.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Beauty is only ever seen in the eyes of the beholder, when it can be seen, and not cause the witness to look away.” – Modern Romanticism A man has a Y chromosome, for the reason beauty is not meant to be ugliness. Beauty objectively attracts. It does not repel. A man’s Y chromosome refers…
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“Deception is the only tactic of those who yearn to prolong suffering, over simply ending it.” – Modern Romanticism The responsibility of a person comes first into question, upon the witnessing of an incident. For if one saw that their own house was burned down, would they blame the simmering fires, the few trailing sparks,…
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Trace your ground,Smother that soundOf years that belong to yesterday.There is too much at stakeFor you to break. I wed, through the sonnet,Your fabled face,In its truest grace.I speak syllables that matter mostTo the epitome of what is close. The gates surroundUs,Where we walk beyond the shore.We get undressedTo the rain, that stains our forehead.…
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Under scarred landscapesOf greatest heartbreaks,I quiver,As I shiver.The love I left upon the dirt,Grows with thorns, replacing hurt.The dust that settles in the sky,Was lifted from below, to sorrow’s goodbye. I lose what I kept inside,I give all I felt was mineTo the blue pieces of a Neptune showerIn oceans that leave me to cower.…
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How may I seeThrough the lens of a broken cameraShe is to beViewed from each sideWith admiration,Upon adoration.My eyesSurface to the edgeCounting falling dropletsFrom ducts that never erasedMemories from the lakes. Why despiseWhat I can love,Forever-more?Her beauty is captured in stillness,Too still. Death leaks overboardMy arms that held upon quivering movement.I let her dropFrom my…
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How long can we lastIn truly loving contrast?Beauty enshrines the worst defeatLeft laying in the cruelest sleep.I am enthroned upon the seat of God,Where dreams are stagnant in dark caress. Your face smilesWith gleam for show.I falter in sadness,Dancing low. Love is the open woundOf vein receiving thorn,Of vein receiving syringe,Of vein receiving the glass.…
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This entire blog is dedicated towards my only true love I’ve ever had. 1,000+ poems are written in her name. She was the only thing that ever counted towards me being “complete”. When the love left my heart, I grew mad. Mad… as in, I grew insane. This was no ordinary break-up. It was like…
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“To responsibility. To choice. There cannot be both, at the same time. For when we state that we must do something, say at the care of something, we always say the words, ‘I have little choice.’ For it means that, we are not able to choose, upon when we do objective right. We confuse choice…
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