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Love is the most important universe for the star. For the simplest sake of finding himself least important, least to be recognized as weak, a man will, or should, send himself into a whirlwind to protect the endangered. For love’s sake, beauty is contented to show itself. A star, like the many of them, is…
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The world runs from its own quakes,To where it shall drown itselfIn the breaths that you take, in the attemptTo brush off another problem,Across fields as voids,Across lakes as the murky sides of your mind.For you are the woman who speaksWith more kindness,With more gratitude than even Nature does.A fog engulfs your eyes,And the earth…
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In your honor,Or in your horror,In the fable of a devotion, upon a wreath that decoratesYour forehead and brow.In the many words uttered on the tablet,My mouth walks in the wild, of a forest made for the lost. In moments, keeping with your positionIn history’s books, adorning the walls,Upon the bookcases,Adorning the hallsThat are set…
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Why do I write so much poetry? I have written 450 poems in the span of 8 months. Were I to make 50-poem poetry books, I could create 9 of them. I guess I should be proud of that achievement, right? Poetry is the core of all the rest of my other work. Even my…
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Where you shall beIn the coming days,I implore you not to pass from this realm,Without my whisper into your ear. Without the returned gentlenessYou have bestowed always upon me,In the darkest of days,When hope seemed lost, and doom seemed endless. Without my mouth near your ear,There will be everything for me to fear.When tears flow…
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I gave from withinThe merriment of a certain whim,Gifted from a heart, made of solidified embers.Of the sparks that dance sideways with the twisting breezes,I was the angel without a voice, who gave unto the distantMy heart, with itself in drenched pale hues. She, a woman with deepening hurts,Deepening sorrows.I could not let her see…
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Frenchman, and a hardened veteran to a life of loss, as each thing lost had always been familial to him. His mother, drowned. His father, dead by his own hand. There comes to this Frenchman, a lesson learned in love, through the eyes of a beautiful woman. Of a sudden, his heart opens up, like…
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Hell is a patient sort,Willing to wait for itself to coverWhat we will name to be human. What is it to be merciful?To have said this, is to meanThat there are deeper things, than Hell. For I believe,That even Hell can be burned from our life.Its fires are meager. Hell is still a patient sort,Willing…
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A lasting trace, is the smile captured for yearsBeneath the fabric of long tresses, like curtains to rain over her eyes.Eyes that blossomed many tearsFor joy’s sake, and for the end of suffering.I muse over her face, like an artist with his brushTo paint the many years in picture. She was all the pain of…
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Love is radiation. Intended to spread its presence over those trusting of it. What do we have of love, other than simple belief? We believe in love to do the right thing. It is never expected to manipulate, and then ask for something in return. Love, when denied, creates Hell. One sinks, without love. One…
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Idea: Those problems in which people face, are met with two roads to travel with such burdens to weigh upon their shoulders: The road of personal acceptance. The road of the problem exterminated. We are humans with wounds for show. But, what does “personal acceptance” do for a person, other than for the mention of…
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Q: How is it true that the way standards have “fallen” is by our today’s focus on “fear to motivate”, rather than “creativity to inspire”? A: Standards are everything to be raised. However, when a world focuses on logic, not comprehending that when it comes to logic, love holds logic in domination, fear is soon…
Modern Romanticism 