romanticindeed
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Wrap me in whatever you can lend me For I have brought death to my scenery. I do not wish to be kissed by the moon, Nor the feathers of ravens. Though, this pillow beneath my head Seems to be filled with blackness. Don’t you want to hold me? Don’t you want to lift me…
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Why so frail above me,God of my mercy?I have loved life with a smile of unendingAnd loving applauseTo the petals that surrounded meAll of my years. Now that pain has grasped my lungs,With loneliness to my heartThere stirsIn my bowelsAll the acids of pain,As my heart with loneliness, becomes strained. “Do not give in,”As I…
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It is not to be swiped aside that we do not want a dog, nor a cat, nor a horse, to be mistreated, but what of criminals? A “right” is temporary when one abandons it. Like the dog, abandoned, and then “rescued” to be placed behind a cage, how does one see the inmate in…
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Petticoat and petticoat, as is the collection for a woman’s wardrobe, during this hearty time of the 1950’s. Paris is a splendor for attentive glances over the shops. What is there for glimpses, other than what leaves treasured scents from neck and cheeks as deep in pallor with white as a silken blouse? Love leaves…
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“Love is Hell’s starvation.”
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What I didn’t die for, was what I lived for. Though, who I loved perhaps caught my attention enough to want to lay to rest myself in her arms, and never awaken. There were lies caught in her hair. I had to remove them. There was pain so golden that she held upon, in a…
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Life has giftsOf dying oldGiven unto the youngWho treasure what is hungAbove in the sky, where tears fall loosely. Your eyes sungWith higher choirsThan ever did your mouth, breathing out your screamsTo my open ears,My open arms. Life is a peddled roadFull of moments, stolenAway from where cliffs offer the racing childrenWho shall not become…
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The power of reason has been on the side of science, when it is the thing opposite from love. Why is reason opposite from love? It is because reason dissects what all people are satisfied and content with. This is within the power of love, to be content with what one already has. Love, as…
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My eyes turn towards where you sail,And, also swim.My eyes turn towards where you screamOn a subtle whim. You ride the currents above my stare,Because that is where my loathing has its bathing.You row oars across the sadness,Beneath the starry nightOf our mourning.You have chosen the straw closest to my heart,That was also the shortest.…
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From my mouth, bellows howlsTo the moon, from the wretchedness I have become. From my eyes, there come steamAfter many long night in woeful screams. From my eyes, there soars the skiesAnd the creatures that sail upon my backDrink me, the martyr,The one who died for another.She lays floatingUpon a lake, with lifelessness to every…
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Do not cross the manWith suffering where he stands,For he is bound to break youAnd leave with tears you do not seeRoaring down his pallid cheeks. Do not accuse the manWhose smile is never shown,When all you see is the frownWhen he is always downAs the most visible self. His pain has eclipsed his mind,To…
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Life could not thaw the ice from beneath your eyelids,Nor breed flame inside your heart.You were destined to leave this Earth behind, to me,To the oceans, that cross beneath my feet. I once held your head in my arms,Tired as it was.I once kissed the face that bled me tears,For I grew at once, the…
Modern Romanticism 