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For as you bleed Asymmetry To the fragile moon’s face, I wish to trace What tears you have shorn From a flesh that has been bled and born Within the womb of love. I dream of you, Dear one, In my nights of no sleep, As I imagine the day with stars. You are in…
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Echo about Your frolicking self. The rain is but a flicker To the decay of warmth. I want to hold A form that wilts, no more, When the tears come as razors To the skin that has bled only coldness. Your frozen silence, Leaks memorabilia. Of earing and necklace Latched to flesh, Discarded from youth.…
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“No love has ever crossed the borders of time. It is love, however, to pledge life forever stood against its pain. For no two, truly in love, could ever part without then living half a life.” – Modern Romanticism Love is that emotion that from the one to the other, will see their life as…
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“We cry out of joy, out of the memories that escape to Heaven, upon the view of art. What art is, being something that arrests our attention, is much like how we look upon those who we love, in total admiration. We are grateful. All gratitude is let loose at the dining table, upon a…
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Lace yourself Around the hollow throat That leaks only whispers, For I engage in the merriment Of a thousand more speeches On what it means To see. You have found yourself Laying there Between birch and bramble, Of anything that can burn. Ropes tie your legs While your arms are chained above Your head, in…
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Bless yourself,Woman of the deepOf me.Your face has raindropsSuitable for consumption.Your aroma is taxingTo my strength.I falter,I weakenBefore your might. There is seduction in every wordThat leaks freeFrom your parted mouth.I eclipse nothing of joyFor your moment in the sun.I blot out the smearsBefore they set. You no longer need to weepWhen love is there…
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The state, The waiting game Of your eyes upon the lane, Where our roads will cross, Where our fields shall know loss. As I see thee, I want to say That nothing in the world matters. Your beauty Is an image of my defeat. My arms are long As they hang. My tears wet roses…
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I am nowhere near To being held In arms so lifeless, so dear, That they drown with the waves Of your unsaid words. Your body has been laid In a murky bathtub, Filled with the tears that were never shed, Filled with the words that were never said, Filled with the blood that was never…
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“Growth is elevated to the point of comfort. To that degree, humans must decline in numbers so that external stability is generated. Survival is the most prominent necessity for any organism, making life so precious in its fight to remain.” – Modern Romanticism Many factors exist within what is to be said, here. Though, two…
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“Human reproduction would not be possible, without trust. For we trust another with our nude form, in its most vulnerable state, unarmored, unguarded, to the care of another. The human female, especially in this sense, makes trust all-the-more needed. She is the carrier to future generations. Human reproduction would be impossible, if a woman could…
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“Trust is the source to which we place it upon external communication. Without trust, we are blind. Even if there are things to not ever trust, do we not trust what we read? We hold the book in our hands, as we trust the words on the page, for knowledge’s sake. There are always things…
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“One does not know the definition of loss, until they’ve learned to love less of themselves, and more of something else. One knows the definition of selfishness, when they’ve taken more value to themselves, and less of everything else.” – Modern Romanticism
Modern Romanticism 