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“One can be ignorant without being prejudiced, though one cannot be prejudiced without being ignorant.” – Modern Romanticism Take the singular individual, separated from the group, and in one’s sight upon them, there can be the statement that says there is ignorance for them. As in, the observant person has no knowledge of them. In…
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Firm whispersFor another place he loathesTo go,While winter has remained her clothes,While warmth is ever theSpotlight to call her up. He knewHer time was up.He knew her timeWas to go upTowards clouds, purer in complexion,More delusional than his hopeIn Heavens, in scriptureWhispering more whispersFor desperate daylight. To walk, to talkMore steps, more wordsNear the side…
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To the dark part ofA heart that never forgivesItself, to belong uponThe light side. To the spark that never drainsFrom the memories, from distant kisses.When the wound heals,Will I ever remember you? Your eyes fell to ruin,Your breath shattered withYour lungs that took my wordsTo heart. Your glance fell short,While I scooped up the dirtTo…
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“If words, ever being remembered, are banned, such are truthful. It is not what is factual that is ever considered taboo, though what inspires human curiosity or further thought upon the subject. To this, the idea to believe that words, on their own, are violent, is the mere promotion that individualism should be suppressed. It…
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“No standard of obligation is a claim of care to another individual or even a collective gathering. There is no amount of monetary value that can out-measure what is the heart’s weight in gold. One cannot care, without comprehending what possesses worth versus what has value.” – Modern Romanticism All of value pertains to how…
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Travel this way.The moon does not hangAnother hour,For you to go acrossA bridge where no one meets.You deserve companyOn the lips, bandaged of the iron.From bloodied scarsTo Heaven’s stars. Come this wayTo meet a fire of your belonging.Burn awayAll moments, to becomeA grand eternity.Each layer to your tressesBleak, while handsWield breasts for the babe,Once more,…
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“There is a difference between knowing when to love and when to live. Love’s expression goes so far as to believe another is the greater worth, when the self was only ever valuable for the sacrifice. By finding death as something of a warm welcome is to mean another can live in the peace the…
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She never criesWith denial’s curtain about her.To the remembrance for what diesIn its youth, running the skiesIn barest blue, beyond the nectar.Wind catches her scars,While envy reveals the empty shadow – Beside her, in the bed.Wide-awake eyes, blue in the midnight,While belief is lost from sightThat another heart should call, again.One sentence, one word to…
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“Leadership does not govern according to its people. As for the politics of leadership, it will govern to what it might find useful or advantageous. As there is nothing more advantageous than of the fruit of chaos, for a people to believe politics sides with a nation’s population is to forget that it exists in…
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I should have notBurned my heart twiceAgainst what was ruins,On everything we believed was ourConstruction of Heaven.I could haveBuried my heart amongst it.I should haveBled towards the river,Where now you lay. I should haveLet you go free.I should not haveClung to grief.I sincerely should not haveKept a burned-out lightFrom its peace. I should haveDied with…
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With words still caughtIn our throats.With gazes that stretch moreThan the shadows caught from the light,Arms still reachTo bring you close.Loyalty still remembers,For what better moment can occurWhen we will riseWith the roots at our feet? While the sun is still high,Say you will touch the remaining stars.Say to drown the flameThat speaks ill, during…
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Teardrops were not the cascade,Not the storm to be showered,While love’s own fertile fieldsCall for us bothTo dance. Placing flowers in your hair,A scent through each strand.Leaning to kissEach finger of yoursThat reaches,Though finds no light. Pulling you inApart from the faces of the moon,From the facades of manyYou thought were one.Swallow whole this truth,Laid…
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