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“Each human individually places their ugliness to the past, everything they dislike about themselves to the past; though, when they begin to be encouraged to discover themselves, accept themselves, they are within the act of reliving what they dislike about themselves, and they never improve. To see the past as something to put behind, a…
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In what I see, is nothing more than the drenching,From the skies, being my eyes.My face is sometimes,The kind wing,Though also the harsh leather.I see Earth beneath my feet,And I have crushed many cities,My guilt resonates as something I’ve condemned. I’ve said upon guilt,“Let yourself free from me,For you are free,And so should I be.”It…
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Pale skinned woman, and blue eyes of the North,Fill the Earth with your pleasure,For you have captivated me.I see newness in every shape,Each origin to what I have attemptedTo ever forget.Death deals upon me a greater restraint,Than ever love did. Your face and searing eyes,That burn holes in my own.Uplift me to the highest of…
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Fall upon me, now,And un-shield your eyes,That sparkle from the dew of a newest morning,A cry for aid, when you came astray,Feeling pain as you did upon the birthOf our love. Your mind is a curse for your heart,Your heart is a feast for my mind.Your flesh is the place where I partThe breasts, to…
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Blank face, and greatest of ways,Place my body before you,I test the weight of your gravity,The denial you’ve kept in the knowingOf all I knew to be,Your love, and your lust,Built on stones and steel,In a forge within a home. A face full of mirrors,Is where I see a past so amusing.Memories,Treasured, though buriedAnd you’ll…
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Tolerance, and belligerence,Came together in untold charity.I was the man of fortunes unkempt in my mind,Ambitions of truest sadness,With faces that were many.Blame me, the boldness upon these handsStained with the eruption of grief.Pain is my reward,And your reward is my expression. An expression of what I’ve heldAs a delay to our arrival.Our arrival upon…
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When I fight for love,For the peace of another,It is not meWho wishes to be happy.It is another, I aim to be,Among for, in truest plenty. To bless a peace inside an aching heart,To stay for cheeks I’d kiss away falling tears,To kiss even the eyes, themselvesAs I’d always do,When I fight for love, it…
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I brought myself as a frame,For thyself, to view in fortune and fame.Thy eyes will glisten like the stars overhead,And death will not cling onto usWhen we move across wilderness and sea. A coven, or a haven, or a place in Heaven,Is to be,Beloved by thee,And by me,Upon the time we’ll never be barren. I…
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I will live,Though, how can I breathe? How can I start a fire,A flameIn this heart of mine,Without the glance that brought me life? How can I state any moment of happiness,In the most genuine of words,Without what is needed,To keep me down? What finger will be placedUpon my blistered lips? What pair of eyes…
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Love all, when I call,You, to the furthest cliffs,And say, that you will stay,To speak true words, of no dismay.People seem, and also scream,To force cues,To force signs,To places full of danger,Will you be the one, to fulfill,The only one, who has become still? Your beauty is where I mark unknowns,To a center I say…
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Dawn on me,Your shade of comfort,In my place of great sorrow.Hellish disdain,Among great pain,Has left me open,To the option, of having you near.And you are what is called,“Believable”. A great love, has left its mark,Upon a heart, fleeing in dark.A notion I’ve made clear,Under stars so bright and cruel,That I’ve seen plains full of flame,And…
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Your kind face sends a path for my awakening,I slept a breathless sleep.Beneath myself,Over myself.You have the world before yourself,And I have seen it, in my worst fears.You have a face, full of light,And I have two eyes, full of fright.What is worse, my lady in distress?The place I’ve made vacant next to you,Or the…
Modern Romanticism 