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Here, within armsTo circle your sufferings into closure,You belong. Here, outside from the dark,Into the warmest senseOf something memorable,With someone who drinks ofAll the descending teardropsThat starve your eyesFrom something everlasting. From there,To the moments of salvationStolen from what never wasIn the ocean you bathed,Though were drowning. HereTo believeA love can find its place,High among…
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Come here, to sayThe moon is not the directionYou pray.Hope for our riseThat we might not beCold, with the north,Sapphire blue. I will bandage your wings,To take flightOver peaked mountains,Over landscapesOnce burned in heated sorrow.I will give, to never takeAll the blessings we ever rose with,To speak volumesOver cliffs, to the slowed crawlOf a growing…
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Caressed.Though, not undressed.When the moon tells you to revealSoftest colors, to your pale,Ivory flesh,Would you send summer away? Startled eyesGive off flakes of snow,As thoughTo be specks of ashes at your sight.The inborn meadows,Wild, as all your thrashingDuring the vast nights. Would youWhen the moon calls for it,Taste raindropsTo state the pain is too greatAs…
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SlippingOn puddles made fromShades, further inThe loss of a sane self.Sense of selfTo the waters that bleedFrom dry wells. WadingIn the tear-stained moment.A film, a droplet,A occurrence that did not occurExcept for deep within.The shadows kiss,Bleed to protect their kin. RunningFrom the porcelain sounds,The immaculate praises,Inborn promisesTo love, while death wins its prize. She gained…
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Weak beneathWhere glassWears itself thinIn dark reflection.A mind that finds easy meaningIn decaying truth,In hands that pull backFrom the stem of a thorn,From the red of a rose. I keep what is painful upon drunken times,Weeping in shadowed pillows.Find me,I will be near and nowhere.I will be wilting in the bathtubCleaning stains,The memories that are…
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“Love knows. It does not ignore. A human factor of trust allows love to deepen, that we come to know more of another. Would betrayal be another factor to that human connection, we then take our knowledge of that person to the next life. When we move on, we can plot revenge, though being no…
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At times,Loyalty bends itselfToo low,To become earth.Once above, now belowTo be the maggot in the grains.Your tearsDo not, cannot, water me. I am among the gardenNeeding cultivation from the devil,For roses redder than his flame,For love more immortalThan eternal. Knife in your heart,As I hurt you.A toast to your restless nights,As I burn my throat.…
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Cold kiss, ofTwo drunks on the breathTo another,TogetherWith the same directionOf a pain that stares upwardsTo a sun that never sets,HighlightingOur scars. For water, we walkSaving ourselves, savoring the otherWith blood, the wine.Bread for a smile,Kissed towards the bloodied mile.Pain to dilateThe pupilsInto black holes that swallowMore shame, than pride. A journeyTaken, with breath to…
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“Leadership by example will not tell the world how it’s done. Rather, it will show the world how it is meant to be done. The leader who governs his nation, focuses on his nation, not to either interfere nor place other nations ahead of his own is a leader by example. That is, to lead…
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Washed out,Blue upon the naked horizon.Walking with velvet in arms,While kissing mere glints of orange. A bright, warm touchFrom something past in former daylight,Walking beneath towersFlying your banner,Holding hands with your ghostBeing blue in its careening breath. Holding tightThe world most left behind,Left beneath tracksFrom stampeding feet. Your blue, somber boldnessWith a killing warmth to…
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“What would the child fix? What would the child stop? There is no future generation that could halt the cycles that are unstoppable. The child should not hold the responsibilities of the adult. If the parent to their child should allow them to fix what the adult has ruined, then the upbringing is wrong. If…
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Grief: As her lover, how much did you love? Lover: To my own death, as nothing in life can measure the magnitude. Grief: As her lover, how much did you promise her? Lover: As much as I can be a fool, though never did I wish to replace what she never had? Grief: As her…
Modern Romanticism 