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Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet gained For the two hearts, becoming one. Like love never…
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“Count how many stars linger in the universe. Their endlessness is freedom. What humans want, are shackles. What humans want, is purpose. Purpose is the wall placed before the one who is free. We would reside in continued tedium, were freedom to be all to consume. Love is a shackle. Love is a confinement. Love…
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“Age is a reality. The effects of age, more-so a reality. The way we ‘interpret’ ourselves would not be a thing, were we to not have surroundings. That is, the way we interpret ourselves, comes at the reaction of what the world has done to us. Even if a human were to be immortal, would…
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The blackest air,The disease,Was never enough to truly see youIn your time of plight. I kissedA song down into your throat,And drew a curtain asideTo see you even more. Love sleepsUpon shelves made of mahoganyAs an endless storm of books,Captured of each detail. Look upon your hair,There are spiders that crawl through it.Each strand, they…
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Sometimes, When life looks in both directions, And can staple itself Against Hell’s ceiling And Heaven’s floor, We can realize we’ve stepped over stones that float Atop blood and marrow That swim in the heads of those ambitious Enough to follow their own voice. Oh, love With either end to see the lady through To…
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Split upon the image Of two destinies apart, from the other In time. I have loved a woman Lost deep in a landscape, A fire, A bloody mire That was as old as the tomb that shakes her form Down to its core. Love writes long passages Etched on graves, Bound up in twine And…
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When life holds together Broken hands and broken fingers, The connection of pain. From the open mouths of crying widows, To the sung and sorrowful dirges Of impoverished children, Still can the brokenness find a path To a certain world, Where futures find shelter. To rise, Means to ride The open waves that crest, But…
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Just a taste, Just to implore You, to not move On the scale, where tall winds will tell their tale On your frozen form. I have bent What I have kissed, Your form, the exquisiteness Of everything I have ever missed From my life, to its bliss. Now that death Has cloaked you, What will…
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We often speak Too much on success. For the world has eclipsed All the puddles of love. All the tears that stay on the ground And do not raise themselves as a reflection Of what toil considered To be ever-more As the one to create the lasting love. Love was once a mere mound of…
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The world swings letters On jagged rocks, Near an ocean, where wails from whales Are the same sounds as the crying widow. Love possesses dragon scales, Covering the entrance of intrusion. Beyond the wall that shields a person From exploring the outermost, And the wall goes aflame In the current of disdain. Those letters Swung…
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“Facts and opinions. The former has structure, while the latter doesn’t. What the latter symbolizes is the deconstruction of the former. In each fact, there is a building. In each opinion, there is a piece of a building. Yet, as each person holds their individual piece, individual opinion, individual voice, no one who doesn’t speak…
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Let me surround you In clashes Against your frozen skin. You have denied For many whiles, Many eternities. And now, it is my turn To show you truth Beyond your understanding. The blue sky Has not been wide enough For your eyes to see upward And catch my falling tears. Life has been so cruel…
Modern Romanticism 