romanticindeed
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You are weeping something aloud For nothing That can draw in the crowd, For each of your children have departed. Drink those tears Let loose by your fears, I will come to make whole what has shattered Of you, beneath the blasphemous sun. Of your worship, You send splendor to my eyes. Even to my…
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You shelter Yourself, beneath your own rain. Your eyes have their own clouds, Burning waters to fall upon your face Marred from lucid terror. Beauty Has rained like fallen flesh, Like burning limbs Over your ashen, skeletal form. I am the man Who can hold your hand For a thousand more years Upon this land.…
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What makes the woman feel empowered? In the two eyes of mine, and only the two eyes of mine, I have observed it to be somewhat natural for a woman to be interested in vastness. Vastness of choice, and never a submission to limitation. She is interested in what causes her horizons to expand, and…
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“It is only those who came so close to death, who can comprehend what it means to remain around life’s preciousness. To cling to it, to soak themselves in it…” – Modern Romanticism
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Leaves wash ashore In each blanketing curve, Tearing through Neptune’s might By what she represents, in sight. Her eyes, Two emeralds, engraved. Her lips, Two streaks of paint, gently laid. Her hair, The tallest grass, the closest reeds To curtsy to the passing rowboat. I am the lie, Gently of your kind, Swerving serpent of…
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“An interpretation holds a singular meaning: to splinter away what is perceived to be a whole, into now an incompletion. The incomplete picture is the entire picture interpreted. One can look at what it means to interpret something like tearing off a fragment of a portrait painting, such as the drawn-in mouth, so that only…
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Something as elegant As the everything of you, Lays there With the shore to melt blue over gray In the sadness of you. Warmth comes up Like a sunrise, Though the day ended Just a moment ago. There is so much to say To help you on my way Towards the altar. This ocean bathes…
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Sheets Desperate to bleed The same unity of purity. Her eyes Form the same blue as my skies. I needed only To grow anew A love I had nested in my heart Naked, and never wanting to start On the same journey. My fingers, They trembled in the loneliness. My grief Has new meaning to…
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She wilted For me to gather her up In the fields where lay her fallen dewdrops, Like her wings to shed a million feathers. She was crushed With the wind against her mountains, Her eyes against the storm. I drew beauty’s faith close, As it gave me a chance To raise love, anew. Her love…
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To love is the biggest risk for any human. It involves more risk than what it takes to be respected, or to be feared. If such is the case, then why do romance novels depict a relationship like perfection? It is not believable, to say the very least. What happened to tragedies? What happened to…
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Your eyes Clad in red, Clad in the anger of my moments I was so doubtful To my destination. My direction Has always been to your arms. My breath Has always been to your lips. My heart Beats in rhythm to your own. You are in my eyes, My blood flows with your veins, The…
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Watch me As I gather your limbs In a roundabout Your aching form. You lay yourself back on the soil, Expecting it to take you Back to the hollow world Of your heart, without something to fill That nest, That void I could never avoid. I will be there. I will fix the flaws That…
Modern Romanticism 