romanticindeed
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Your eyes have surrounded,My aching morning,As beauty swims a fallen mile,A death that I drew close,You will be the woman I will raise,From a worn stem of flesh. You have a face that shows a yearning,For a merciful connection,A series of tears have washed my tired face,I am a man who knows truest torment,As I…
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I fall between two stems,Where petals grow upon the inside,And feel warmth that burns throughThe emptiness I’ve long gathered. Petals, I’ve gathered,And thorns I’ve grown.Some tune of a Devil’s defeat,Upon a man’s last word. I blew the kiss that would hit the flame,And she mocked its nestling on her cheek.Death fans her screams,As lust drains…
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Embellish me, and awaken me,When surrounded by the long armsThat leave longer trails.Fail me, if you should find it necessary.Beauty, you will cling to your tragedy.Love has given you an ampleSide to each breast, though has faded.Would you fall with me? Would you leave me in the disgraceThat I have already deserved?Death is knocking on…
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Place yourself as a petal atop my heart,Alike a stone on my bruised soul.Dance with the husbandry of a makeshift garden,One that fades in the approaches of light.You have a form made of the same stone,And yet, highlighted by the sun’s warmth,I see baldness to the places I’ve nested a seed,I see eyes that claim…
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Beauty’s empire, or beautiful empire,Has arrested its attention upon the Earth.Many treks are walked to see it,And a one, a woman is there to embrace it.I have offered it,As I have extended it.I was not the one who voided it,As much as it displeased her. I have a fit torment,To walk in her shadows,Created by…
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“To the center, is what the business will say to every consumer. And to believe in yourself, to make a choice, is what the business will say to every consumer. And to understand yourself, for those choices, is what the business will say to every consumer. A moronic society of ‘choice’ has come about, in…
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“Does the common fool not comprehend what the ‘freedom to choose’ does to corrupt a society? That is to say that people are more prone to choosing the most comfortable of choices. That is to say that each of these choices are based solely on trust, for those things most comfortable. That is to say…
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As I weep,Her power is still overcomingEach shed drop.I still love, with a breath that cannot stillItself, with her fragrance,Her own breath, a spice and a rose,And a blush to her cheek,That I cannot tell to be,Embarrassment or pleasure. Face in my palms,And beauty has now possessed me.I weep a newborn tear,To let my feet…
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I walk beneath, the shower, of your eyes,And cast above, strong gazes, towards the skies.I make Heaven, bleak,And myself, turn weak.“I found love, as a treasure,”Said the man, as the welder,A man, of no purpose,No fate, of any design.But with, all turmoil,I’ve rearranged, what is mine. “There is no shame, in this curse,”Spoke the fool,…
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I neglect truth, wherever it stands,Plead for difference, wherever it lands,And make myself whole, through indifference,I beg to be differed, in manhood and resplendence.For I am weak by your side,With eyes that drop to a fingerThat is your own,Gleaming with a ring. Wherever the world rotates,I am not there.Wherever kisses are offered,I am not shared,With…
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“I love you,It is for that reason,That I will not let you fall.With eyes that gleam under moonlight,And features that show fear before my sight,I do love, and for that, I will seek strength,So that beauty will not be hurtBy a swinging tear.”
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Slow down, this pitiful tear,That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek,I find it to be, too earnest,And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid.You have been beautiful, to this day,A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness.The darkness, of a lifeTurning, to death. Go wishfully, to the naked forest,And grow roses, in…
Modern Romanticism 