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Without love, I crumble, In hate, I stumble.
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I start to see the white patterns of ivory Blanketed by shades of corruption, As I see the sun eclipsed by the moon, As I see the world has found new comfort in a bleak erosion Of truth being laid firm on the world’s defeat. I sense that Death has remembered its own presence, As…
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“Fear is the emotion where prejudice originates. To eliminate prejudice, would mean to eliminate fear. To eliminate fear, would mean to eliminate love. Because, to have any reason in the world to be brave, represents why fear is cloaking one’s shoulders, in the first place. That is, to be brave, means that one is feeling…
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“Ignorance is left upon a touched object or person, out of a desire to gain knowledge. To gain knowledge, makes a person have the necessity to deconstruct a past, and mark their own name on it. That is, to deconstruct a past makes them ignorant, and never knowledgeable of what it took to create that…
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“Truth will remain a threat to evil, so long as the word ‘conflict’ remains in existence, for any language’s dictionary. The good, being of those who are targeted, are proved to have been objectively good, should they make a lot of enemies. Those who have more enemies than friends, fought for more good, than evil.…
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No rocks can hold me together, For I have tipped the balance between weight and world. Will you offer the right, in your silence To kiss your flattened lips? In the casket, you are more fragile than the shattered world Upon an evening with gallows, Perches, Fires and silken shores, with bottles of tears. All…
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“How can we neglect love, when the seeking of knowledge causes the stain of ignorance, upon whatever was dissected, was destroyed? For it is only that love is neglected, or it is only that God can be turned away. It is because love, itself, is not something to ever neglect, on its own.” – Anonymous…
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Start sailing On the hollowness, of my feeble mind. It has become your kind In the drowning of a thousand more In the depression, you do adore. I wilt love like too much to give Water upon the tulip. Leave me to awaken this drear To again, come near That you may kiss the future…
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Fold your face away From the blade of dismay, For I have found something entertaining Among all the slaying. These orchards Where blood soaks the miles ahead of us, Where the universe embraces the sun, Where the forests tackle the lakes, Where the world feasts on its own inhabitants Like revenge for parasites, I am…
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How far can your cries range for In the sound of your hollow voice? Calling from the hollow heart That voices a hail of sting Against broken wings, Raising all but yourself Towards the rays of sunlight. I see what should be fathomed of yourself In the pinnacle of your viewing. You are as beautiful…
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How to bleed, How to scream, How to hold on Until the breath catches hold of the fire To fan it into life’s drama. How to love While wings catch the spark, Thus, to leave the mark Upon hearts that were not meant to part Upon separate roads for the journey. How to love With…
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You see me as the man Who wields tears upon the ends of forks, I can consume. I do not wish this To be a firefight, between two sets of eyes, Two sources for cries, Two places to burn, two places to scorn Ourselves to the faces of the moon. I want to love All…
Modern Romanticism 