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“Nothing deprives the soul so much as to build a dam of fire, a wall of flame, around what is intended to flood the self. These are waters meant to reveal reflections, to an understanding from the external individual who can look within what is grief. As anger is built, in vain, around sadness, it…
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Weeping among burial fields,Bandaged in a curtainThat opened with the open wound.Each cure stings,Every sickness reignsIn the throat,In the bowels,With the words I breatheTo let looseAs seeds for a burned meadow. With these hands that draw backFrom the ice that coats the eyes,From the skin that rubs off the cheeksPetaled with tearsFalling for years.
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“Love prevents. It is the embrace that protects. Therefore, it acts as the vaccine, with the same properties of an illness, such as a virus, being used for the supposed cure. Love is that, being an illness that prevents illness. It cures, though our heart yearns to the lover that makes us further ill with…
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I am an infantCarved from my own tears.I walk atop black earth,Fumbling through the whitest memories.A clarity I cannot ignore,A blank canvas, I abhor. I am a manWhose first steps were over a cliff.I have been dragged by a rope, backwards,Bleeding from dried lips,Requesting water from clouds,To become, from dirt.
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“Humans break; love does not. For trust’s sake, it can be betrayed, though the one reason we feel that pain is because we thought different. We idealized the other, saw them perfect, though reality kept them as not perfect for us. We feel that pain, because we still love them. We still portray them as…
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“Information is not the display of humanity. Its sheerness cannot be questioned with the feelings of a heart, though just debated with through the thoughts from the mind. As with all emotions, it never occurred. An emotion is a falsehood, when blended in with factual information. Involving emotions to the journalistic endeavors writes the stories…
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Close the chapter,Read the bookWithout the tragedy.The moral was pinpoint,As now the title awaitsFor a different ending. We all want, in this bleak worldTo die a different death,Without the flood of tears that give us nectarTo the fallen blossom of ourselves. Let us sing without song.Let ourselves yearn without the longWait, at the train station.There…
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A vessel, a gleaming spiderwebDarkened by the colors of your skies.You grew to know each vine you fedWhile fierce in stare, torn and bled.I loved, while all did surroundWith the moon phases, trickles from cries – Pale and hollow to the bleak decay.To wield the stone, to skip the heartGrowing dim after each day.Senseless to…
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“One can be ignorant without being prejudiced, though one cannot be prejudiced without being ignorant.” – Modern Romanticism Ignorance is to the notion that something is missing. This would not be in alignment with hatred, because one cannot hate what one is ignorant of. Instead, one fears what one is ignorant of. Two things aligned…
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“Prominence for the focus of difference or diversity is the sign that progress or development can no longer be achieved. When it is similarity that, through being able to set aside differences, brings about the result, this is not ever achievable in a society that has instilled its current focus on what is different.” –…
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“Were choice to ever compare to freedom, then we’ll always say the tyrant should never be accountable for their decisions. Freedom is deserved, only ever upon the realization for the consequences to such decision-making.” – Modern Romanticism We are not free through choice, for that is the route of the slave. A slave does not…
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“We each wonder when something will run out. Some believe the time for life runs out, as though this could be equivalent to money drying up in someone’s bank account. Is time more valued than life? Is time, for which relates to survival, to hold more value than the money that is said to be…
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