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Struggle, as I mightTo list the words that reflect backSickness, to my heart,For what I see upon the flowing pagesThat receive the endless wordsIs the guilt that replaces me, by a flood,By a hole,By a voidThat sticks to my fractured flesh,Sticks to my pleading voice,Attached upon my anguished self. Leave me to count the stars,For…
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What is the very difference between trust for a person, who might have a disease, or to simply trust another person? Is there any difference within the word “trust” by these two scenarios? To love another, to trust another, and when blending both “love” and “trust” together, the only thing that may divide a relationship…
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How sad You walk, How frail You talk, Among the slopes that descend your stare, Among the clouds above your head Where falls your hair To be seen for its sheen, Within the area of your limitless bosom. A heart that calls to a start Of betterment that lasts for moments more Than ever you…
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Still in a cusp, Folded hands that are pressed Against my expressionless face, Without a place To truly set my heart Where only fields roam, on their own, Where only oceans run, without the sun. I hold darkness, close to heart As idleness is something common To my emptied Hell, To my fullest well. Draining…
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As I lift myself To the scorning sun, Leaving the dirt to mold itself The hollow raindrops of an unborn storm That fell the words out of God’s mouth. He saw you Where you were buried On an evening of a moonlit shore. For I remember Tears running away from me, Words whispered on fractured…
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Leaving loosened tresses Upon the shores, where currents dance As the sun raises A highness, a glow upon cheeks that were meant for The many lugubrious kisses. She has deceit, that sometimes loosens All tears to cross the delicate slopes On the highest rocks. I am, as I want The love, to remain While the…
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Without thee, Folded, clasped in arms that do not break Against the wind, I have emptied My heart into a solemn void. What kisses are there, to make for The endearment of a thousand more Like yours? What replacements Can I fathom for the taking Of those, I will dispose, When none come near, to…
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How would you hold me, Without me loosening myself? I sweat myself Upon the white-washed streets, As I clean these sheets, stained with your blackened Tears, that do not clean So easily, as the sun replaces the moon For the newest day. I can grieve, to swim in my ongoing current of Ongoing fears. How…
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“Not one person is special to the reflection of themselves. For the only time a person is deemed as such, is through another person’s gaze. We are all vulnerable, until we are lifted by another person’s arms, shown that we are special through their eyes. Were there to be the last person to live in…
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“Is love a gift? If so, then how does one gift themselves love? Is love based on trust? If so, then how does one earn trust, for themselves? Does love involve comprehending ourselves? If so, then how can we comprehend ourselves, without interacting with others? What love is, is not the lust that is for…
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“To look upon the dead, believe them to be heroes, would mean to never see life as something to be praised. One has embraced cowardice, in this sense, in the belief that another should be dead, so that their death is taken for advantageous gain. A dead individual cannot fight back, cannot speak against what…
Modern Romanticism 