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Speak to me, in this remembranceUpon a foundation to her deliverance.Sunsets surround the eyesWhile life pushes forthUpon a rowboat, atop recurring tearsAs the heart rekindles another loose passageFor scriptures, in words, in stagnant fearsPulling a carved note as a message. Wash the stones down the throat.Pinnacle to the dustNear the fallen hourglass,As remembrance for a…
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Alight your partOf the execution.You wield fate on the edgeOf your torn fingertips.You sow to the ruinsNeedless shade.Walking heavy with a false smile,You warm the stormsFor greater currents. Love did curse youTo move forwardPast the sensation of strangulation,Life did bestow. My dear,Did you forgetWe divided the same pathwaysWe connected as our hands? Fragile reachWith broken…
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Call back the reignsThat lifted you, to send youOnward on a drifting path,Weeping youThrough songs that entrench this griefIn the pathway that does not decay. Notes are my showerEngrained as twisting shadesUpon a pageWhite as the newborn sunTo reenter this loveWith everything to be won. You weepYour loose releaseOn the day you resignedYourself to the…
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“Ignorance sustains itself, when an individual never performs crossovers to others among its own kind. For each people, there is individualism. For each human, there is realized imperfection enough to state to the self that not all can be accomplished, while alone.” – Modern Romanticism Racism is an issue comparable to depression. It is, for…
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Holding onFor the sake of sunriseTo blow its sparksOver your prettied eyes.I can calmThe ocean, within,Only for your breath to fallTo a twist against a branch,A limb to a formCarved out into tears. Shredded sadness,Leaves pieces to the fleshI had caressed,Left to their scatteringOn the floorTo your remembering. Would you piece togetherEach tear, back into…
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There is no method for the matter to improve, by replacing the heart with material knowledge or a mindset of materialism. Materialists would be those who find value in what can disappear, at a sudden. It is the objective notion of value that what should not disappear remains protected. To protect one’s own or another’s…
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Return what makes meSentence quillFrom cage to its freedom,Breaking as the shellUpon you, my well. Rise to me,Do not recede from me,While I walk with heavy stones,Dragging currents alongPetaled eyelids. Run over meYour sweeping breath,Forming decay intoIts strengthened return,From death. I will what cannotCommence, with ease,On the onslaughtFor these subdued emotionsConcealing all the earth’s oceans.
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Scorn magnetizesEveryday blood-flows,Captures you in the nearest puddleAs your eyes set with the sun.Flown with white flags upon your back,As strain comes to hold youTo bring curtains uponEach spare ray of sunshine. A clear springWith heat that stretchesFor the thinnestObstacle to overcome,The longest rope,The deepest haze. A descent to a puddle,As vapor makes arrangementIn your…
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How many eyedropsOf deceptionCan be what leaves the markUpon the resurrecting spark?We make the drama believableWhat with every chainThat binds us. To each scarBirthed upon the abdomen,For each faded painWe thought had closedIts connection,To seal ourselves into turmoilLost uponVeins in the frozen soil. A lost hourEngirdled in an unneeded,Blanketing embrace.The wielder shows their current,Drawn from…
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Down, you fallTo abode, fullIn your symptomsFor salvation’s call.A pair of dropletsCease their declineFrom radiant eyes,So dark. A keepingTo what is weepingInside of you,The less you give up,The more to cling uponWith departure to each noteYou had ever spoke.To speak, again. Teardrop,Blood droplet.A sight upon what leaves,With no apparent grief.True to heartFor those who depart,While…
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On the journeyBack to delicate tornShreds of a deserted fieldWhere you were raisedAs a single flowerWith petals flown, emptyTo the stagnant touchOf the winds. I will soar youBeyond the last mileThe earth has to stretch for,In the sum of all mathematicalNumerical.Concealed as you areUpon the openness of stars,CyclicalWith funerals to your stare. Gravitate, as youFind…
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For all women’s cries,Maple in the slow rush.For all farewells said,Sweet in the soft crush.For countless steps ahead,Crawling onward towards hope.For sickened frowns that stay,Feeding a heart with the rope.For countless sins inside the play,Against the bottomless embraceWhere endless forms are traced.
Modern Romanticism 