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Touches and glances, Breathing fog on streetlights, Swaying hips in the absence of passersby On the walkway of shops and stands. You are there for the melt Of your kiss against my hollow self.
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There is no time to speak such words Of my love, for a thousand years. I want to kiss your eyes, Hold your cries, Swear the pain away To be removed by love. I want to wrap my arms around you, I want to hold everything of you. I want to kneel before you To…
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Blackened sheets, Wet by bad memories. Blackened pillows, Stained by her tears. She gave up on the dream In the cruelest fashion. Still, I caught a drop of passion Just as bright as the gleam Fighting its way Past her gaze to her lips. For she whispered a desire To me, buried beneath the mire,…
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I did not grow tears from eyes. I merely laughed from a gaping wound. A heartless, Senseless man, I have become. I do believe my arms could wrap your bleeding spirit, Whole and wide In them. I do believe my blood is hotter than yours, While yours stays stagnant In the veins that neither run…
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I am sensitive. Real sensitive. So… I have found out that caffeine heightens this sensitivity. Though, not in a good way. One cup of coffee causes my whole body to be in pain. I feel this agony in my chest, my abdomen, my lower back, and even my calves. Even my scoliosis begins to hurt,…
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“Perhaps the one cure for anxiety is to stop fighting it. It is essentially the ‘fight or flight’ response. We have an active need, an active frustration, to fight our own stressors. Though, that will only increase the tension. Perhaps it is that we simply have to let go. For if we fight what is…
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“One cannot mass produce quality. Such is physically impossible. For the average human does not understand quality, as much as they understand ‘the craving’. A human craves, to benefit their body. It is that the form can be the only thing mass produced. Were the mind mass produced, it would be the same as love…
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“The one beauty in this world, is the one worth protecting.” – Modern Romanticism From eating the skin of a salmon for “health benefits”, to making love in the morning when a man’s testosterone is highest, there seems to be an offset for what is traditional, in favor for what is “beneficial”. Nothing can be…
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Your presence In my loneliest of hearts, Is the greatest absence In this darkest of shelters. You once held winds In arms, Loosening birds From your mouth, Letting freedom be your call. I stayed the ocean for you, For your waves to reach me. I gave to Heaven its befitting fire, Letting sighs be what…
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She held a needle there, Sowing black upon white In the din of my screams, Of my descension In the fragile night That I lost everything. She wanted for me Comfort, to be Something identical to the one I gave to her In the throne room While she sat, under the moon. I threw her…
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She wrote of bliss On a long line of my reprieve, While I sought to leave All the while, nestled Within her arms, in the storms Of her eyes. I cast symmetry Out of me. The fragments, the pieces Are better suited to my reflection And my resurrection Has more of an edge, than smoothness.…
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While worlds remain Apart, Beneath, Over, We are the fog that does not lift From the lakes that make Our eyes. Your solace, Your peace Is soon to come, By the hounds that race Across valleys, Orchard, Lanes. I sense you in the dark, Your heart is crushed By the sweetest abandonment. For in all…
Modern Romanticism 