romanticindeed
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How many tears Must soak the glass in my cup? How many Will leak from the shallowness of my eyes? For all I’ve seen Is the backwards of me, As I surface through The sun with its smallest share of darkness, Because it cannot warm the universe Where I am lost. I feel ice Upon…
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What rained scarlet With the dying moon? Her razor tongue Dries the porcelain away from the newest life, That falls into oldest death. I am one trip away From leaving this place Forever, away from the decay That leaves a taste upon my own tongue, While her bitterness is still Upon my lips. Love unmentioned…
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“No amount of returned pain unto the one who has dealt pain unto you, will heal what hurts. It will, in fact, only serve as the reminder for what you have lost.” – Anonymous
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“The starving pauper who demands Justice upon their woes, upon their defeat in a social realm, will consume it, like any morsel of bread they find to linger in a waste-bin. The cruelest truth, is in comprehending that Justice must come from a source of personal stake, in embracing the effort of being responsible enough…
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Murder is a quickened route For a heart made of silver, Sculpted by ivory hands, To make the wares for meals set in place Upon the table, Where nothing goes to waste. I am, in the eyes of a distorted relative of mine, The man whose love could cross the shallows of Hell To reach…
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“Is it all too unfortunate to never desire another love, another heart to belong to, another home in which to place your form? I have, as all it was yearned for, wanted nothing more that the discovery that forgoes all of science and its findings. Love. A love that would not shatter, unless within the…
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Love must be, as it has always been proven to be, on the side of calmness. Of course, some may be those who will disagree, because their romances have not been proven fruit. Though, to think on them in a careful manner, was it the love you wished was stable, turning then into something far…
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“To remember the dead, by how they died, is the onset to cowardice. This is objective, through the realization that death needs not praise, though their life for when they were alive, needs praise. Praise the dead for how they lived, not for how they died. The former is honor, while the latter is cowardice.…
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Piloted tensions, Overwhelming decisions To create the flames, that do not ever descend Down towards the waters, For not even such shimmers of such puddles Wish to reach for their mothers, For their skies, Of where they were let loose. Does rain fall, Or do tears? I have welcomed love, like a black cloak about…
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Let loose the tendrils To your chestnut locks That twist sideways, Curling towards your eyes, Leaving sparks of this very lust That clouds life into a moment, frozen in the wasted Years of our plentiful time. You have beauty that exists, Though does not exist. You mark your path through an entertainment Of many forgotten…
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Without a tear Swimming in the chalice of my defeat, I can only revel In the unspoken laughter, Unspoken prayers, That hide behind a layer of mist, Clouded by judgement upon my poor self. I eat tears to breathe In the dust of a thousand miles of lonesome journeys. I once loved with the heaviness…
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“Those who claim to be there for minorities, in the manner of being dutiful as one is a leader, will be nullified of such a claim, were they to not realize a single thing. That single realization, is to comprehend that an individual right is most important, when the individual makes up the smallest form…
Modern Romanticism 