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“Is there something more to fight for, than the love that fills the gap, fills the void? The void was not created because something is lost. The void has always been there. It is there because something is missing. Like the main ingredient in a dish, love is the main ingredient in life.” – Modern…
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Carry you On a rowboat made of shields. The wood is to your texture of skin, A velvet, A softness, Of many nights spent deep under Your caress. Blood runs as our water, Streaming from poisoned wrists. I am in love with a crippled heart, A disused soul That does not move In alignment with…
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How many of the Devil’s Marking Needs to fit your ear To hear My verse? Just scrawling As my hands reach to dip the quill Into a well full of blackness. I pain myself As a muse to your naked self. Your glimpses To my might. Our fairytale, This horrid fright. There is love atop…
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Under cloudless nights, The wind calls for our fright To be laid against the glade That has no pleasure to show its shape. We show tears as elegantly As we do our fears. You sway your hips In dancing curves Under moon that reveals the porcelain of you, With weaving gleams to the ebony trails…
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We had lacked All we can grant back To men upon their sailing oceans That reside In their despondent eyes. They cry waves To the maidens whose devotion they gave Upon the furthest lands across From themselves, in the saddest miles Of whole loneliness. In speaking of dust, There can be spoken of silver Gracing…
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Letting the rain Tuck your arms beneath the covers. Letting the fallen snow Filter your eyes from the remnants To a pitiful stream of sunlight. I am releasing you Of the guarded you. You held up your shield long ago When you resisted my kiss. I will wake you From this ebony sleep To come…
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Do you hold on To the rings we carry On fingers that have bled More droplets than beneath our eyes? We have held on, With hand upon hand, Wrapped in a circle, Not yearning to release. You squeeze, Though, are gentle In your tightness. Our arms are around. Wield me, As I wield you Under…
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“If one can comprehend with ease, that the mind controls the human form of arms and legs, like a puppeteer controlling their puppet, then it should be easily comprehended that love controls lust. By that meaning, it is the mind being of love, that dominates the form being of lust. Love dominates lust, by the…
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A shattered world, A spurring dove, How my only love Could find it in her heart to bleed. Her porcelain flesh, Her chestnut locks, Her cheeks that fill the moon In an empire of doom. I want to have What makes me glad. I have turned roundabouts into lullabies, Where circles are but for the…
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Her eyes Cry aloud for the ebony skies. I wish to pull free her sadness, To turn stains into marks of glee In where she shall gently flee. I wrap arms around to pull her close, That I might soak in her bleeding skin. What a world That caves in To me in the solace…
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Shadows scorn your eyes, Making you The puddles that surround your feet, Hurled there by your fingertips. Can the lashes Atop such a delicate gaze Carve out more than the fear in your face? For like dewdrops on blades of grass, They fall from the black. I am in needless Frailty, Whispering between the stones…
Modern Romanticism 