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Here, as gravity reaches you,Though never pulls you downTo remain in these arms,Against the night. You will continue to singWith a face disclosed of all signs.Of weariness to your form,For pain that never belongsAmong the candleflame at the endsOf wax fingers. Dropping the sceneryStayed too long.With nowhere to belong,Do you still find it hardTo tighten…
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It isAs it could be,Though notMeant to be,While this heart still holdsUpon your graven image,Even should it beIn the earth,Buried by tears. Love is an entranceTo an exit,As life is fullOf hopes and promise. I have yearnedFor the space betweenTo have your smile.In your misery,I will find you.Wherever you dwell,I will accompany. I cannot letYour…
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“The preference that relates to the numerous tastes, of differing individuals, is not at all a comparison to quality. If it is quality that compares not to the subjective opinion or personal preference, then quantity does.” – Modern Romanticism To judge the quality of an item, or even a person, is not to see what…
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“It is always through the recognition of what is vulnerable, for what can easily be stripped free from our awareness, that makes a person take nothing of its preciousness for granted.” – Modern Romanticism “Nothing in life is free,” as such is the clear saying from those who have lost, nearly lost, or have kept…
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Holy for the trail I gave into sickness and wail, Bled for love, beyond The selfish self is won, While she drew a curtain About all modesty, stunned, Weeping with crystal glaciers Born over silver eyes. She knew the dark could not keep The places where she’d fled, As torn clothing brought me closer, Closer…
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“Escapism is the retreat from truth.” – Modern Romanticism To run towards where one can be blissful, will be far from what hurts. Though, what hurts, is truthful. And, what we avoid, are always among the most powerful of emotions. Complexities, that we do not wish to conquer. In the bliss for how Heaven can…
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How have,Among all fairest bloomThis warmth treated you,In the criesOf senseless gloom? Still-lifeAs the ocean’s calm,Drawn for you.As plightWas whisked from you,From the spaceAs blameHad ended for you. We kissedWithout sudden departureFor lips,That caressed the edgeOf wisdom’s pledge. Wrap the laceAround your thorn.Venom to a mile,In your placeWhere you were worn,Stepping in great trial. Holding…
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Free the breath Swallowing you, On the way to sheltering arms That never left you. I hold the rain, As I carry Frequent, passing clouds. Shuddering from your awareness To life, on the dismal course, As elegance deserts you While idle eyes View you. Burn the temperatures That have wrapped you In ungraceful, Decline. Keep…
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Send back the storm.The drizzle did not make you laugh,Tickling the man-made oceanOthers created for you,On the way backFrom their arrival. You have sownThe stitches in your heart,Finding faultAmong all rewards. You bleed in the universeFarther than the nebula,Curving your formAround another dent. Walk among the desert stream,Treating the wavesAs constant farewells. Trace your form…
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Indestructible parasite,Quickened to the grievous wound.Bleak nectar travelling fromDried, pursed lips. We are that,We were flatUpon the desert’s oil,Drinking the wineWe liftFrom each other’s heart,Watering our eyesTo fill a garden. We are whatWe do not ignore,Behind closed doors.Failing a lifeLeft close behind. Each torment of us,We returnTo the desert’s reddishHourglass of rust.For time, we’re able…

