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Passed upon myself,Was her shadow.Like to pass over my disused and torn spirit,After a love shattered,Like the bottle I cling to. I attempted to ignore,Though, it kept calling,As it kept me company. Beside myself, flesh over a drunken spirit.Inside myself, with ignorance overdone,I only slept with myself, last night,Like some pauper in the wilderness of…
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What we feel for pain, is the practical wound, created for the practical application that is healing. Hunger, for instance, is a practical wound. This hunger, like all hunger, when felt by the self, is a practical wound, felt as physical pain, and it can only be cured with something else practical or physical, being…
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Why do I continue to resideOn this Hell, called an Earth, where tears wash my ankles?I thought to be in love with a dreamOf twilight and radiance.So much hurt has swept on-board and over-board.So much of the ocean has been drained from my heart. Within the bleakness of winter,Where the sky seems to have fallen…
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Your beauty marked milesUpon those lonely stretches,Where I said to myself,“Is she not the realest oneIn my mind?” A face full of white,May be now full of the sameHue of death. I grow sickUpon the music I hear,Played from records too near to tears. I hear,What was once a voice.Never shallow,Never sworn so solelyTo dive,Directly…
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While your face flashes through memory,As I remember drunken whilesIn searing destiny. The burn,The shape,The torment,The scorn,From a thousand cold escapades.We had conquered all,With four frozen eyes upon the sun. I was once the happiest manThat God could spawn. While you nestled yourself in my mind,Upon the times,You were not present,Burning grief grew loudly. When…
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Many will believe there are those who “lack empathy”, because such people are “unkind” or “insensitive”. Such may not be the case, considering what empathy actually is. Empathy is “sight”, or “vision”. It is the “awareness” into a person’s world, their light, and their realm of suffering. Therefore, the “action” that has to do with…
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I once folded her memoryIn my arms,During the night.Her sight, so meant to be long goneWith the tide,With the currents that fall away from my eyes,As agony floats along. I once did thisWith feeling,With the same feeling,Of a million sleeping years. I had bled eternal blueFor as far as the sky stretched.To the horizon, where…
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How do I contrive these wordsTo say that I’ve surmounted past a thousand summersWith my dream?And then, only to fail, with her head atop my arms,And depression as the moon, as my heart. Like love to collapse, as it did,Like the sun to turn black,I hold only tears left for my consumption,And a million faded…
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It seems in today’s time that “depression” has been repeatedly categorized into multiple areas, almost as if these are demographics. Segregated, so to speak, and depression has become something of a place to belong, should one’s own insecurity demand it. From situational depression, to clinical depression, there can be no end to the amount of…
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She was the sun in my life,She knew what to do with my strife.I drew her face in for a solitary kiss,From across the ocean,But, the death of her, was enough to loseThe everything to make my wife. To love, again,Is to see the sun again.How can IWhen the nothing I see, is the darkness…
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How does one outliveA thousand-and-one heartfelt gestures?With a heart full of fear,I beckon you to hearHow I shower the walls with my tears. How would one burn throughThe ceiling of Hell?Beauty recedes with your eyesBack to memories inside your mind.Like silver tides, your tears are swallowedBy golden sands,And feral hands. Another penetration is neededThis time,…
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The closing chapter,The ruined prestige,But, not the memory of what was held dearly,Though, lost like newborn petals,From the lips of a tamed Earth.Swept from my side, in the Hell of an eternal night.Lost, was my spirit, though the pride from this memoryRemains. One accomplishment,One woman,One love.Her face was all to smother tearsAway, were sadness to…
Modern Romanticism 