romanticindeed
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Blueness, and sickness,Like tears that come as blackness,Like shadow that encapsulatesHer formAt the edge of winter.Her bereavement was the castle upon the slope,Where careened downWere the pieces of a marriage, lost to be buried. We each drained tears into an ebony cup,And felt for the soil that conceals our presence.We masked our emotions with solemn…
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What kisses came across Your ivory skeleton. Your form had receded from its fullness Back to the elegance of death, And I came across as something far more frightening. I was far more truthful Than the bony fingers you used to run through Those black strips of hair. I was the hope you lacked, And…
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Petals freeze their quivering, As tears cease their movements Down your frigid cheeks. You share bleakness With this abode of mine, This city of mine Where pain is sweetness, and the source of my people’s Division. They say With words so bold, That their pain accompanies themselves, As themselves. That, they are pain, But, not…
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“It is strange to see a world that does not grasp someone’s judgement, or outright refuses to hear it. I can only attribute this to a Faithless and distrusting society that believes humans have created other humans, not through love or care, but through a systematic, planned, or computerized approach to action. Pragmatic or utilized,…
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“Truth is not so simple to embrace, though it cleanses us to clearness. Lies are quite simple to embrace, though they’ll create numerous complications.”
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“Our success defines us, when we can comprehend that we’ve made it through perseverance, not through neglect. What insane person has injected the notion into a world, that our degradation or our shame, defines us? That, through each blunder or through each fault, we are who we are, because of that? It is wrong to…
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Like two flames That extend overhead, Above my head, Above your own, It is our pain. It is laced in the wine, from our mouths, From your kisses, drunken upon its source Being from our souls. Our sins, Without the guilt we did share, Like one bottle, emptied of drink, Emptied of sips, Without the…
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As a giant, I have stepped Over oceans, across where Women’s tears, were spilled by my presence. I have a presence Too sinister, to recognize kindness, Either upon myself Or from others. I have stepped, as I said Over oceans, Made of women’s tears. I am a man, who has not seen gentleness, Just a…
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I am here To recount the numbers in the ocean, The fish in the sea, And I am shallow through that, Because, I remain on the surface And do not see any deeper. Love me With your eyes, So that I may see my true reflection And everything I have been lacking. I have only…
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You may As you still do Dress your face with the lotion that is so sweet. Dress your body with the oils I cannot lift you, when they surround you. But, can you dress your eyes with the morning’s dew? Dress your delicate lashes with the sweetness Of tomorrow’s forever? An eternity is nothing Without…
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Why do you cryWhen a tongue whispers its goodbye?I was only leaving for a moment,To love you in the next room. When I am in that room,Among delicate portraits and shifting windsFrom a window that bleeds in the breeze,It will be the shadows I cling to,To see you in them,Like idle memories. Do not weep,And…
Modern Romanticism 