romanticindeed
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How can shattered hearts Mend as one? I bleed what you cannot see From me, For my pain Remains to you A stark blindness. Upon the path of your story, You are filled, You are freed From inescapability. Love is perilous, Death seems merciful To you, in this heat, In this bleak Contrasting moments From…
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She shed rose water From showering eyes, Leaving duress upon the caress, Contemplating futures, Where all I meant to go Was one step backwards To where I began. The meaning of all I have lost On this road of no miles Leaves hearts wide open, My heart Filled with the filth Of a thousand perplexities.…
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With each beat of a hollow heart, Each ache pressed against my chest, There is still the warmth of you, To my vague recollection. Your beauty matches symmetry, Easily shattered. Your eyes, the suns for my blindness, Your form, the pain I absolve So swiftly under the burning oaks With their falling boughs. I want…
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Her eyes Glaring with hope Across somewhere I find Ignition to a greater mile. She teaches me to use The file To saw my teeth to chew this moment, Not to dust, Though to shape something of worth. An attraction To sunrise, Is my fortunate beginning. Her life has been the rose. My world Once…
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“To blame the greed of an individual, can be more of a blindness to what that individual accomplished, of their own hands, climbing each step, little by little. It was not a feat, done overnight. How is such a person to be condemned by so-called greed, to not simply hand forth their earnings, when they…
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“We always lean to kiss the flame that is never meant to wither, like the flower.” – To not Sink a Friend
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“For love does not leave a tear to drop from an eye, without its catching before it reaches the Earth. It would only grow another standing statue, another beloved, who faces her hands in the infinite sorrows.” – To not Sink a Friend
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We were nothing more To be everything less Than a mountain To shadow the sea. Love is our story, Our complexity, Our safety, Though we bleed so much, With tears that stream Down to our frozen chins. That mountain, Our love, Lowest In its deepening cratered Shallows Where anger raises up, For that mountain Is…
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Holding a cup, Wielding my own tears in a basket, I drunk from The solid silver To spill the same color Upon the radiant soil. It had rained from somewhere else, As sprouts grew from someplace else. I felt the rocking, The quaking Beneath my soles, Wanting my eyes to leak The same stains To…
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No more long speeches, No more long breaks In the forest, where we take Turns to reach for the clouds Gathered, Then parted From the circles, they formed. No more time to talk, No more time to walk On in the same direction. We are so much like the ash that rains Upon our hands,…
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“Love is felt, on knees, before the unseen, before the unexpected to have happened, before the rose that never wilted. We eat the storm’s rain, though it drains to our mouths from the opened wrist, as crimson. Love is bled, from a vein that drips its contents into our parted lips. We feel our weakness…
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Looking back To my other end Of the lake, that shares Twisted, Broken branches. Her eyes leave marks, Her form Casts the storm. She bleeds all over me Grief, and pity. Her life Forged, through strife. Curves that taint the Earth, Growing weeds, Brambles, Among thickets, Thorns, Never the sweetness I’d expect. Her touch burns…
Modern Romanticism 