romanticindeed
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Father, will you allow me one tragedy?Blessed by your missing love,I have been able to offer from meTo the woman of my destinyOne vow, spoken with trembling lipsAnd a heart that skipsBeats, in the stillness of new fallen sun-rays. Life did not hold me under its nose,Nor under its thumbEnough to belong to the stone.…
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Where shall I dump my painIf it is from a cloud? Where shall I dump the current loadIf it only sails upstream? The clouds war with the groundAnd bless the daylight with their grief.Just as God would like to have made Man a perfect imageOf His reflection.Life is too crude,Too undoneOf knots meant to hold…
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He sees what little he can see, of her in the dimness of their shared room. While blankets and quilts adorn the corpse of a fallen woman, her hair blinds her eyes, too. No one has entertained themselves in the maneuver of lifting that disordered veil, from the vision that sees no longer. Life has…
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All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further. Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will…
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Send intoMe, when you’ll come to bleedThe song of a mocking siren.Kisses are the texture of velvet upon your mouth,While dreams lay wasted in fields that do not want to runAmok with the seedsFor new beginnings. Life has been a cruel displayOf utter dismay. My desires flee from my parted lips,Like sighs from one burthened…
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Only when I weepDo I feel tears that truly stickTo cheeks made of the same pallidityAs the stones above your grave. Cry more, will I?To the open winds, that scream back the same verseI jot down, upon paper of some pale oceanThat feels my fallen tears. I have loved with a heart that would not…
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Entitle me the moment, to count each living waveThat pours around your scalp.Life bequeathed me one moment, to kiss your lips,As the scarlet drowned in my pale.Life is only worth two seconds in timeTo count each eye, as though they are mine. What beauty,And what stagnancy,Has kept me entranced, with all that surrounds meIn the…
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The society of self-love has been a concerning topic for me for a while, seeing that people who’ve been betrayed turn to themselves. What is the meaning behind self-love? Does it mean that love has a way to redirect itself upon the self? When love is given, is it thrown back? When love is thrown…
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She flew about the room with as much grace as could the swan find its course through the beaten river. For her eyes were laced with as much sadness and pity for herself, like a cat that had been extracted of its claws. She could not fight against the pushing tide of pain, coming to…
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Reach meLife, that takes a stand.I wanted to kiss scarletOf one pair of lips. Now her radianceHas left me,Beside a fountainWhere life holds its moments. Love is the kindest funeral,Upon when the wedding takes its marchAnd its bow.Leave me only your cruelest words, at the altar. ForgiveWhat I have become.I am just another manWho cannot…
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I cast asideWhere I have walked,Where the priests once talked,When they had looked over my shoulder,At the failure surrounding me.My lonely road,Has been a cold one. I say farewell,To a man who stood frozenBy a streamMade from his own tears. I whisper goodbyeTo the Hell I have forged from lies.Because, here I am,Ready to become…
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Once upon too many shallow evenings,I saw her rise to the velvet morning.She cried solemnness to the ivory moonBefore her,As her chin stood on a pedestalAnd her face was wet with tears. I breathed what I saw,And forgot who I wasWhen she rose upwards, to meet the stars.Grace was her name,And Grace was all to…
Modern Romanticism 