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“Truest evil is born from truest loss. It is when we attempted to love someone more than ourselves. That is when we come back to ourselves, to see just how much of a void we must fill, and it could be with another love, or endless blood.”
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Mount me upSo that we may sailOver the widest terrainAnd beneath the coldest rainThat descends from the frigid sun. Let me gather myselfTo see what I have missedAmong her sad tale.Love gave me a wing, to fly on my ownOn the scarred landscape.Yet, I have only gathered her pagesTo share them. The warmest drinkIs from…
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My throbbing head In my trembling hands. Each quake Sends my form to shivers, For I know what my hands have done. For she trembles More than I In the autumn winds Against me. Like two fiery leaves dancing in greater motions, My eyes seem to burn with more heat Than the wick, aflame Above…
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We have no more love For either of us, So what is left? What is left, but the paranoia? What is left, but the shapes That spiral about my mind? I held upon your hand, for your dear life, We held upon life, for our dear existence. Without love For its pangs, Without love For…
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“Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s rage. Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s desire to dwell, in unending pain. Some may wonder over why all of this occurs, when a man cannot seem to depart from the memories, and so he turns wrathful. It is because the path of…
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Do not run From the dragon, Withered thing. I am still amorous And in need of the kiss Upon the jaws of mine, A skeletal one. What beauty exists Else in this world, besides to devour All that tastes sweet? Blood is mixed with marrow, And scents are ripe with the wine And the cream.…
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What was it About the quantity That made you Closed to the quality? A heart Does not fit in a pocket. Your eyes are going to be the last To leave my sight. For when suffering is gone from me I have nothing left to hold. You were the raindrop To catch. Though, bitterness will…
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I am against,And far belowThe deep eternal,Where kisses hold me down,And love makes me drown.Kisses red,Kisses grand,And washedUpon everything dead.Every heartComes alive. Veins burn in wrists, to be kissed,Hands to be kissed,Hands to be held. Love washesA soothing flame,Upon everythingRelated to disdain.Its tasteIs a bittersweet one,Full of challenge,Full of tears,Nothing so alike it, when kisses…
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Kiss me true, Kiss me deep, in the blue Where fire cannot reach us, Where hatred cannot despise us, Where the moon will always soften us, Where the sun will always warm us, Because, haven’t we, already? Haven’t we kissed, And haven’t we made bliss An admiration of beauty? My love, Do not listen to…
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I led you into scenery Unbounded by hope, While you were bruised by life’s curse That twisted your form. You came through the rotting halls, Crafted by rotting fingers My face in its agony Had startled you. You expected the serenity Of two peaceful doves. What you received was the openness of further wounds, For…
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Beside where I may carry my painDown the longest valleys among the softest winters,There is escape only in what makes me quakeUpon when I shed tears to fill the EarthWith lake after sorry lake. Love held a purposeTo gather me forward. I was upheld by a ropeWith you, in tow. Like mice, we fed upon…
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What will he make of his rage While it is so frank, When it is so blank? For no reason His anger comes on To the one, once loved. For no reason He feels a surge, A tide, The terrible effort to control, For he cannot restrain. How does a man Form chains using his…
Modern Romanticism 