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To kiss you, beneath faded brush,As ice clings to mouth in hush.Each cricket worships its sound,Fading in a night of firefliesWhile softness is to your porcelain flesh. I would keep this embrace aroundUntil the dim apparent lightWill falter of the noon this night. I would love to breatheFrom the stars that never leave – Journeying…
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For all directions you crossed,Waiting for arms to swallow you,Weave your smile into a curling crown.You kept to the haze,Saw you comforted in the loss.Weeping with sounds being emptiedTo the silent rooms that carried – Each tear upon the rugs,Each blood droplet from your hands,Concealed in shadow where it lands,Open to the rope that tugs.…
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Survival is key to the prolonged longevity among individuals, though only to its extent. In the notion for what is first to consider with survival, it is shelter. A common knowledge as this, though made more so in realizing what intrudes the human form quicker than hunger or thirst. It is either the intense cold…
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“Love is the wind at one’s back, comparing it more to truth than a deception, by its inherent nature. It would guide through example, and would not force one to do for the self, when the self is not yet understood.” – Modern Romanticism Love is the origin. It defines the evolution of all species.…
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Allow what waits,Holding you in deepest prayer.Pull your form against shoreline,Leaving your laughIn areas I can crash.To kiss you before horizon-line – Let us love as nebulasSpread colors over the grey.Let tears run to our hearts,Keeping union before time parts – At the distant viewThat another era will overwhelmWith its change at the helm.In our…
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Walking at your left hand,Weeping crystal shards from vanity’s look,Burning the histories in this holy book,As the moon shines upon the sand.At the last kiss before a lullabyTook you away to sleep.This last touch before the final hour,To keep weaving sunshine through your hair – Before the earth in its unending stare,Grows you for God…
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“If to society we claim there is oppression, then we fail to recognize that not just to society, though to personal choice, are such issues apparent. From the claim of societal oppression, those voices become the oppressors. In controlling choice, there is who and what is deemed to be inherently correct or incorrect. However, since…
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“Politics. The realm in which anything sincere becomes as blackened as attempting to fry an egg in an erupting caldera.” – Modern Romanticism Liberalism or to be a Liberal, as the most fundamental of definitions, is to be a decent human being. Though, that is outside of politics where such is possible. Politics, in the…
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“Those who follow the truth, expecting answers from this source will receive them with time. However, those who cling to deception, expecting their answers will receive them almost instantly.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Look at me,” says the man, continuing to speak from his heart, “I’m always fighting for what will one day fade, always holding onto what will one day pass between my fingers. Why do I do this?” It was his mentor he spoke to, also his friend, also the one who is dying before him.…
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How are the trees?Do the petals still remain,Without burning in their fall?Was the sun there to leave,Were we ever purposed to weep?Even while the trail partsAhead of the fiery bridge crossed,Were we ever always lost – Upon the lit pathwaysWhere candles guide usTowards those open gateways?A stumbling through arms, for us,While the earth begins to…
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Pleasant seas come at their soarFor scented waves, never more adored.With sorrow’s guide for a beautiful hand,Symptoms are shared for one, abhorred.Sensation upon a distant land,Weeping between sealed fingersClutching the neck never kissed,Strangling barren love. She caresses her eyes in the glaze,Twin folding lids that conceal her hurt,While she fades through an hourglass,The sand to…
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