romanticindeed
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She walksWith a frozen movement,For upon the face of facesThere is astonishmentFor what is above her.A little round capOrange in hue,And shaded only by the coming evening. She roams, with a piercing stepTo the snow beneath her folded handsThat each sway past her side. And, within that cap,A long feather pokes outLike a remaining twig…
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What worldEver wielded, aside from the one stained in black?Longing is our token, to betterment,Away from the association of togetherness.Like love, mistaken for a parasite,Like loss, perceived to be foremostIn line. A coming mileIs not what we walk.It only holds us to reap a new darknessThat is the one behind. In arms, delicate and un-moving.We…
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As a man of certainty, I believe it best to discard irreparable things. Over the past two years, I have been taught by a certain someone to be loyal and dependent over matters, where the barrel of death stared at both of our faces. I have a mindset, now, that says for me to never…
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Where did we hide loveIn the desert or in the ocean?In the dryness of what was once the latter,Or in the wetness of what will be the former? There are moons to raiseAn ocean so wideAs the love that did resideIn the home called a cage.For a heart would be trapped in the ribsAs like…
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I have run wavesOver your delicate mouth.You are everythingI have seen through the thick of time. I have pulled your limbs up,That have weighed so heavyFor you to carry.In your horror, you have stepped only with your demise. For bluest tears, to a delicate mouth,For everything I have else seen,To a mouth, the ocean’s current…
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I desire the spotBeneath the breast of her.Though, her sighs show me to her eyes.And, I might have abandoned all recognition of herWere such colors before meTo never greet to me, such scenery. The space below her breast,The heart of hearts,The area I do desire toPenetrate.For this motion is emptiness,A mere lost moment. She shows…
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Kisses are prettiness,Red with blood to dripOver mouths that have tastedThe virginity kept for many years,Upon groins made of shadow.Whatever was fewOf the daughters taken from hiding,Is now new,Fresh for the taking. Kisses for the mouth of a young girl dressed in white,She opened softness to the light,And drew her skirt to reveal beneathThe home…
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What stones have encrusted themselvesInto a skull made of the bone, white as the snow,White as the emptiness of us both,White as the frozen look of us both.Love does not silence itself,Unless it come into your armsAnd attempt to heal itself. For love is but an infantThat never was in your womb.Love has only ever…
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When love bleeds the marrowFrom loving bones,And when love bleeds the sorrowFrom miserable tombs,Beauty seems to never dieUpon your icy form. When I chose to love,I saw the ocean from miles apart,From it, and from yourself.Loneliness has surmounted itself,And my mind falls apart,On this writing. When love bleeds, and is coated with thorns,Is coated with…
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The reason I hate you,Is because feeling is still aroundTo haunt my days.Feeling is the show of love, explosive and roundAs the heart, before becoming shattered.Like the vase without edges,Like the beauty without imperfection,For we are only distorted,When we’ve been squeezed of life,When we’ve been hurt. There is only one reason I hate you,And that…
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Quality has an enemy, and that enemy is called “repetition”. Repetition is, of course, on the side of quantity, though it is the one thing that kills quality. It is so, because to imagine if the United States were to pay off its debt by simply printing out more currency, the dollar bill would eventually…
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A man’s conscious mind demands that he gains in order to impress. This occurs first and foremost, for his subconscious mind demands that he passively search for love, and for the rest he desires most. A man’s weakness comes from his own subconscious, because his conscious mind had always been compelling him towards trivial gains,…
Modern Romanticism 