romanticindeed
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As what quakes Is what breaks The ice to the melted heart, Having once quivered to each beat Hollow upon the river, Nurtured to each shiver, Staining the mind With age. My blue is my deep Memory in my eyes, While something seems to speak Deep in the flames, Nested in the grains That wash…
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Something speaks The universe from your eyes, The blood from your veins, The sentences from your soul, The messages from your heart, When two men go missing From the era of your desire. Poor simpleton, To the pyre They have went, with your heart in their stake. The flames grew higher, The scents grew taller,…
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Wed roses together, When we share together Deep moments, until the wreckage of hollow moons, Under the gaze with harbored tears, When faded photographs Are yours to swear Were not together there With the failing of your heart. You have music to play? Then, play it, Sound it In the drums of drunken song. All…
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When hearts tangle veins in a circle, When motionless beats are unfurled as loosened seeds, When beginnings are reaped, as endings are sowed, When miles are left for the ocean that sweeps All else into its bottomless form. What hunger can I reign into you To have what is left for me? I come in…
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Fill me with the contents of your well, While the noose holds the breath in your nostrils. White me out on the page, While you despair to think of the next day, When either a funeral or a pyre Shall eclipse the last flame of our hearts. A lie to see me lasting Only as…
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“Love, the emotion deserving the most a human can define of certainty upon it. It is perfection that love, the emotion, is. It is imperfection that defines the human. How do the two match, if not to be as certain, as divine, as possible? We do speak of life being so uncertain. We speak of…
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I seem to be Bequeathed by grief Under the heaviest clouds That drain my rain to fall down Freely from my open eyes. As my feet are parted, My shoulders are slack, Among the world around Where tiles shift into disproportions, As sunlight turns into moonlight, As flame turns into burning cold, As watchful gazes…
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“The train of progress stifles possibility at its end. The person who found, through progress, that it would create limitless potential, will find by its end it was, in fact, limited in its supply. Each mortal life is confounded to its ending, as that last stop for the train of progress will be the realization…
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On board the pilgrimage To the sleeping fields Where your eyes awoke to the summer’s eve, After tears were but the meadow’s dew, Your sighs, the night’s departure, Your cries, the Heaven we both cross. Upon a night’s crawl through the forests, Atop the simmering outline of your form, Through the shouldering cascades Of a…
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“What has love to hold in open arms, besides the everything we value as one? We value what is not separated into a two, nor a three, nor any other number. We value what is now a one, being the completion of ourselves to them, and them to ourselves. We embrace, melt like candles of…
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“Freedom is most limited when the slave, now free, soon finds more purpose than they did freedom.” – Anonymous How is it that those who now believe they are free, offered that freedom by some group of activists, can claim it to be easy enough to jump on the train of opportunity? Is their eagerness…
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“There’s a specific reason why a man cannot comprehend a woman. The simple reason is that he has not paid enough attention to her, to understand her. For to ‘understand her’ is not to simply question everything she is, as much as it is to be there for her, in everything she has trouble with…
Modern Romanticism 