romanticindeed
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Let loose your trail To never curve. You have smoothness running over the mountains, With rapidity over the lakes, While winds move straight. I see danger for its miles, Though you’ll walk forward To the snowy hills. Your arms will spill The radiance by the light of the sun, For me to follow, For me…
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“Excitable may be one word to describe the essence of a human’s stupidity. For we crave what appears big to us. A big event. Anything that occurs, made to shock us, to astound us, to amaze us, is a very stupid, though inevitable, essence for humans. To each prediction made by every prophet, even of…
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“What do you comprehend?” protests Joel, going to say, “You believe you realize what thrives in my heart? I am madly in love with her!” “Do not be so angered. As a friend, I merely wish to speak with sole honesty. You are in torment with her, and even without her physical presence,” says Aaron.…
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Call yourself The angel without wings, The preacher without a church, The savior without a crown, Though will you perish For the world, in how it has languished? You lack What you can bring back To hearts without their fire, To hearts Without higher Feelings full of erupting pleasure. My friend, in your feebleness, Please…
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Lift your sleeping self To the rising sun Baring a light upon your forehead, In the stillness of your heart’s death. I wash light, Like I wash your arms. I waste light, Like I waste dinnertime kisses. All I taste is the bitterness Of iron Upon the tracks that race the train Towards the extended…
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It is only That tears can drown a dream Straight into the firelight Beholding its own bright gleam. Drops, so far from the whiteness Of springtime innocence. As an infant, I wept, Though not for this. I was weeping for pains I did not understand. Do I still? I am tears. I am in the…
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Stars, that rise High upon the spirited plain, Drain my eyes into petals, Drain my spirit into endeavor, Drain my body from pleasure. You grew two stones in either hand Where one I called my heart, The other I called this world. I was skipped, The other still spun Upon its own oceans. I remained…
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The tears surround, Like oceans that are birthed From my growing eyes. They lift, Though pull back At the sight of the skies That cry ever greater streams To the tenderest dreams I once had of you. Why of pain, Does it need to rain? Why of this grief, I must remain in disbelief? We…
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Tell me stories, Sing me songs Of quiet verse by firelight. You’ll tell of your pain to the searing flame That grows not merely in the hearth, Though in your heart. You will speak, Will you not? Of all avenues where your eyes track The simplest reprieve you’ve always lacked. To something you want to…
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Let loose your feathers, Your wings come unfurled To the blood of romance. You curl your eyes to the sunset, Radiant upon your back. I seek to draw back a lock Invading the space in your sight, To be behind your ear At the spot where I let stay my hand. You are contented, As…
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“Humanity is always beneath Hell. Were a human to express humanity for its own sake, we’d all be God. We’d all be one. We’d have no need to divide, based on that Hell, based on what we don’t see. Hell is something constructed atop humanity. It is because a person’s pain extends into their actions…
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“Each human possesses faults, imperfections, all either contemptible or forgiven by other humans. For what is first understood, that is what is always received with punishment. Though, there is something else that is judged by love, being of the greater fault to any person. That fault is a person simply being themselves. Such means, that…
Modern Romanticism 