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“A vision that loses sight of the past, loses sight of the future. This is factual, in understanding the very human denial to believe that one’s ending, one’s failure, would not appear as painful as how one started. For whether that pain be the labor of a mother, or of a worker whose palms and…
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You enveloped me, Roped me into years of bleeding, Gave me nice words To the next degree Of splendid heat. I felt your churning Down in Earth’s bowels. Can you hold onto the kindness, Or would you Rather withdraw to the blindness? The darkness suits you more, More than the notes upon doors, More than…
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“Whoever said that creativity affects a person’s mental health, has it backwards. It is mental health that affects creativity. It is the emotions of the madman who is the best creator. Without those unknowns stemming upon the blank page, there will be no ink to draw from. For that unknown is black, as the page…
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“No human on Earth can erase regret, so long as a memory is stored in where it had been frozen. Bury it, deep, though it won’t be killed.” – Modern Romanticism “One would be right to say that the future will be the same as their past, when they keep in the mind that the…
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“It is a human’s greatest denial, that their beginning cannot be the same as their ending.” – Anonymous An idiot Democrat will believe in creating a clean slate out of history. Their lack of comprehension is in that they fail to notice that history repeats itself, so cleanly. It moves through us, in that clarity.…
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“We kiss our beloved to greet them. We kiss them upon a farewell. One last kiss, or one last dance, and it is all very personal. The world cannot be looked at, as though of one story. We may have the same ink for the page, though to erase the necessary division that allows us…
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You are the lighthouse Amid my storm, The guide, While my sails are worn. I am cracked by my hull, As you never let me sink Into my own debris, In my own tears, By my own fears. You are merciful, As I’ve been fanciful In seeing my pain wither away, In desiring my arms…
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I fall with you Down to the embers With the morning dew. I stay with you In hearts so filled with contrast To light, To bright tears On the waking mind In the dismal shine. We bleed, so much alike. Like new droplets Upon the petals During a storm That leaves its mark, upon the…
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Twilight is our embrace, Shedding tears Without waste. My face greets the morning sun Upon hollow earth, Dreaming For new stars that crater the ground, Making dust, Forging rust, Bleeding violet from roses That hold only red. I hold the daffodil close, Like I hold the primrose in my mouth, As I fold the orchids…
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She is that, within herself and behind her tears. She holds the moon for her solace, with the sun for her shame. A life so wrenched, with idle strands before her forehead. She beads the tension to the surface of porcelain skin. A woman, who so wants to be held, without slipping free. A little…
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Her mind Resides In the green, upon my eyes. Her fields Flower With the dew, upon each leaf Crossing plains, Hovering upon mountain slopes, To drag back down The wilderness in the empty sounds. Her blood Is my course, My journey through my own veins. For my sails are tattered, Washed By the storm’s endurance.…
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I curl around A form, that steps around The rocks, that shelter Her beginning to be hidden. Love leaves soft trails On the path so unspoken Beneath her sighing lips. I want to say That the world was without you, Though, you came Without pain. Could you kiss? Could you melt Like candles that have…
Modern Romanticism 