romanticindeed
-
He heals pain, Wallows in their shame, Wants to conceal the cracks within life, Wants to hold the world upright. He turns it silver, As his tears in the moonlight. He holds a candle to the dim barrage Of a halo above it, To the moon, at its summit. He holds the empty pages For…
-
Can you see? Oh, God, Can you see How the waters travel from people’s eyes? They curl against walls, Against the passersby shadows, To make rivers from their snaking movements. Rivers run To the ends of roads, Reddest in the sun, Blackest beneath the moon.
-
Has your fashion Run out of place? Your eyes just hang there Like the coats within your wardrobe. Your body is a glimpse of your decrepit self, By your glance Into a fractured mirror. I can’t give love To a one Loathsome, in the flesh, By her eyes Deathly, upon her demise. Scorn your age,…
-
Round your hips, My arms enclose. Across your lips, My words unfold. You have been lost for many miles Of unspoken loneliness, Dreaming of watching eagles To gift your freedom. You lose To then gain A symptom of unguarded pain. Passion can alight All of us In our waking from an extended nightmare. Fires can…
-
It is as if a human cannot comprehend what cannot disappear. Life, itself, that is, as it seems such activists are siding more with death. What pertains to existence? Is it what will not disappear, entirely? For something like death to disappear, would cause life to have no purpose, as life. As in, to die,…
-
“The culture of a person stands out as their upbringing, their risen stature, their surname engraved into their family standing. For the love of another, for the respect of another, this should not be an excuse for being irresponsible. One’s definition of responsibility is always another’s definition of responsibility, because the definition of responsibility is…
-
“When a man loves, he loves. But, he doesn’t love, often.” – Anonymous
-
“Human kindness is crafted behind closed doors, when our weaknesses compel us to show vulnerability where a darkness be adapted to, by the other’s eyes. A human crafting of Hell, is so external as to be far from closed doors. Though, to set that blaze to the world must have first been sparked, in betrayal,…
-
How wild your locks stream Within the wilderness of your screams. Tree limbs brace for the weather Of your forgotten forever. You have tears running Like when the sky cries. You falter in your own storm, You tear down walls too high for you, You ruin yourself in the buildings received with stones. You are…
-
Who bleeds for me, To who forgets me? Who causes themselves to decline To my level? Who waits for me While I dine on ashes? There is a pebble To be hurled into a lake. There is tall grass Where there is fire to burn it. I seem to have leaked A tear to cross…
-
The man in me Is beginning to wane. He sees his own grave As more attractive Than where he could be saved. The mind of me Is losing its affection For something sane. The waves About him, look so grim. Pull back your mask, I say to my reflection. Seal yourself, with a hollow lock…
Modern Romanticism 