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Crave me, For I am craving you To return to my broken arms. The sky is falling And all we are catching Are each other’s unwanted tears. Our lips smear Over each other’s mouth, Deep in the web of memory Where life stands still, And does not forget how it looked When velvet contrasts from…
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Too often do I hear or read the words that someone said, that are, “Why is she not doing anything?” But, what makes a good female character? It has to be a past. There’s evidence behind the fact that women have more of a chance to develop Alzheimer’s Disease, because their brains possess a far…
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Deep in my past Where horses ride Over roadways and train tracks, I fall away Into memories Full of the same shelter, In how I gave love To anyone else. His arms Brought my misfortune to fortune, And in what I learned Was that grief is but a symbol To never grow beyond To something…
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No shortcuts Upon a path where circuitry breaks And we lose our chemistry. Lonesome as the whale Calling to the breath of air, At the surface of the sky As it should be. Love never held a nothing in our arms, But the two bouquets for either eye And a teardrop waxed into each petal…
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Concealed Behind blinding tears, And not wanting to vanish, Because it is all to feel, When death would steal it all. But, the darkness remains Barren, upon my shoulders Concealed in the gloom, Hidden in this room, Full of portraits that do not smile, While the artists faked their strokes And drew crosses over mouths,…
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What feeling In our guilt, Shared like a glass of wine, On an ivory saucer, Drunk like milk, Like one spying cat With careful awareness, And needless espionage. We share it, And drown it Upon our arms, Soaked like eels in the wet grass, Beneath, where their poison sinks into soil That lifts the reeds…
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Love is so deep As the jewels we wield Ornamented in our hair, Adorned upon our flesh, Skin and snow Offerings and show. Love is where kindness bleeds, And pleasure sleeps Until the day we find the right time, To unbox A stored dream, And give enlightenment to a curse We have kept as fear.…
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When tears fallTo rise,And reach your delicate eyes,After I have shed themSo that you may see,That our love is true. As true as the skies beneath our feet,As true as the sun that no longer scornsWhen it would be overhead. For all I witness, is your face to be kissedA thousand times on each cheek,Where…
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Love is so beauteousAbout you,In the cold mistOf something as warmingAs the hot sunBeneath your feet. Tie this ropeAround your wrists,And sing with meWhat lovers may singIn the calling of fresh morningWhere tears are no longer bitter. Bleed with meThe love to make us proud,For each day to arise,Like the sun that is stood uponAt…
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May you gaspIn the sight of twice the telling,Thrice of feeling,In much beautyThere is to witness about you.Love lays in my left hand,And a shoulder of yoursIs caressed by my right. I draw upon your breath, like dew in the morning.You only have to spy the many deaths,That speak ill, of the both of us.We…
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While pieces of meWalk awayFrom tides as cold as the running watersFrom flooded hearts.Like two nailsWith one in each hand,And I have diedFor another’s grief. Pain is extraordinaryWhen it holds an identityAs fine as the sharpest pointOf the longest dagger.Because, my painAs any pain,Lurks over my shoulderIn hollow Earth. She pressed the ground,Flailed limbs above…
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“See it through the eyes of a man, on why suppressed emotions compel the leader to say the words to himself, ‘mourn later, for there are people who still live, who need leadership’. Many fools will say that it is a society telling a man to suppress emotions, when it is not the case. It…
Modern Romanticism 