romanticindeed
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Two ways to kissThe pouring tearsInto the chalice, held in hands that hold fears.My blood has a flavor,That of iron and wine,While you will bleed me blind,Of tears that shed so divine. Why don’t you danceTo what I don’t know, about you?You are frozen in where you are seated,Just an eclipse upon a thorn,A racing…
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My destiny Shouts many yearnings To the open air. Because, I cannot stare At your eyes, Without melting.
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Look behind me,Or look away,For it does not matterWhich direction you choose.I matter less to a worldThat cannot loseIts mask. Stuck staresAnd reeking unawares.Life has a thousand souls apart,And I view it allWith bent back and shielding hands.There is nothing for me in this landBut the broken limbs of survivors. Place me upon the lake,Would…
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Make love to me, Paradox of no explanation. I could give you the taste, The taste of knowledge, The fruit born from a stem, Offered where bliss is nude. Cover me with your tears, And embed me in darkness. Let me sing what I can bring To your mouth, in the nighttime’s uncouth Display of…
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Who said that the world would end, When tomorrow brings the heaviest roses? Who had said that, Upon the arrival of Spring? We bleed the morning’s tears, And taste the flavor of fear, Drunk upon the saltiness of pain. Love blooms in the most miserable areas Where pollution strides around Upon human legs. We carry…
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There is death around, Stuck in the stench, upon nostrils around. What ways to see the ground, for what it truly bleeds When empathy cries a greater noise Than ever does life, when it leaves. Empathy holds instruments, as loud as the fate of others Upon the turn of their eyes away from coming death,…
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What a treat, What a romance To have the entrance, of a worn and bruised heart That does not know What path, What vein, To choose for the long road. It is all endless to her, All belonging to the infinity in her confusion. She bleeds inescapable roads At her feet. She grows tears like…
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“How many perspectives are there? Are we to say that for how many stars there are in the universe, there are also the same number of perspectives? Or, can we even say that the one star that stands out among the rest, feels the most loneliness? As in, to say that the one star with…
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Written with tragedyUpon felled daysWhere breaths burn upon sorry lipsThat whispered apologies to scarred ears.My love, you are as sweet as everything I could envisionOf doomsday’s arrival. There is music to play,And blood to boil.There are eyes to stay,And memories to play. There is life gone astray,And enormous portraits that waneUpon the pain in open…
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“Upon many occasions, I have observed that a perspective only ever holds a candle to itself. Of course, this is true, when we consider what a perspective is. But I believe a perspective can be taken seriously, almost as if it were a fact. At what point does a mere ‘perspective’ become proven to be…
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Hatred cannot come in the form of speech, because hatred reeks of action, while love reeks of satisfaction. We are not satisfied, when we act. We are satisfied, should we be in true love. And when we are in that true love, we do not act, because we are satisfied. Criticism, rather, is on the…
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Where does life mean to take you,Dear one?Your eyes have had too many tearsCrawl out,Like buds from a newly-grown shrub. Are we too much in debtWith our hearts? Love surely made us winners,Not sinners. Nothing has been feelingAs emptyAs where the sky had been adriftLike the ocean was flipped. Beautiful, as your eyes.Beautiful, as the…
Modern Romanticism 