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“Did everyone, who came close, wash away? From your arms, from the glade, did they wash away? Are you sleeping beneath the trees, so alone? Are you trembling beneath the warmest quilts, in the deepest cold? For this, I have come to hold you. For this, I have come to raise you. For all this,…
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“As we love, we feel the other person, never ourselves. To this degree, we realize that through such love, it does not die, even in death. Within our heart, we feel them. To feel the other person has us comprehend the limitlessness of our beloved’s existence, even during the flesh’s non-existence.” – Modern Romanticism Love…
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An inward paceTo a selfish place,I can hold the melting snowFallen from your limbs.You cryPorcelain, to the fire.Frozen droplets,While each arm of yoursBrings temptation, with breathTo hold you, in this trance. We danceWithin white noise.Taking to a pace,For that selfish placeWhere the world can beDuly ignored. Love has waited,As the clouds have mournedEnough, to root…
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“Retiring the world of what consists itself as pertaining to absence, is all the effort to bring it about, ever further.” – Modern Romanticism To “stop”, or to just “get rid” of what presents itself, to a person, as something that references absence, will indeed, deepen the issue. An issue, as racism, is something that…
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“Were one be ready to move on, then the other will cling. Were both be ready to move on, then nothing ever occurred. Were neither be ready to move on, then this romance is true. Only within the third example, is a relationship ever something of truth.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Control the origin and you control the outcome.” – Modern Romanticism As some might believe that certain thoughts or types of speech might come across as “hateful”, is nothing short of what stems from the wrong in that ideology. Speech cannot be hateful, though can act as a reminder. Just as through a wedding or…
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“It is more the human effort to trust, than to love, being what makes us such fragile and imperfect creatures. To trust, and then, to be betrayed on it, forces us to learn from our mistakes, or otherwise repeat them.” – Modern Romanticism Same as history repeats itself, mistakes too. There are those who express…
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Don’t you miss the foundation,During whenThe waves collapsed your shore?You were everThe face to kiss,Same with the sunriseWhen I could not turn around,For I missed the sunset. Don’t you dwell in isolation,Worshipped by those who bathe you? Falls originate from your eyes,Though the fall begins from your feet. You were delicate,In your grace.Living as those…
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Came abright toRemind ourselves of fewDroplets, we had brought downWith the idle crown.Love led us to the picturesque,While sunsets did strideFaces onward, ever afterwardThis grasp did slide. Birth of wakeful stories,With mirth to be unpleasantFor the fantastical entitiesWe did conjure, in serenity. Kiss for the wake of a smile,Did peel bark upon the awkward mile.…
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As we sleepAmong broken clocks,Haunting usWith the same shields,To their handsTo never touch anotherPetal of ash. You layWith all your fervor,Taken from the sun.You stayWith eyes that have seenEverything in-between,I have yet to condemn. You belongAmong the wash againstYour form and scars.You remain to tugThe rope around your neck,With all safetyFor your eyes to trek.…
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However we are,Weeping beneath stars?Holding how fragileOur tongues have crossedOn the kissEveryone missed. How the climbTo leave, what is kept behind,Made us more apartThan ever the seeds kept spreadingFor the lucid sakeOf dreamlike discovery. We’ll lift,Same as we’ll driftWith oceans torn apart,For the lands to contain belittlementFor the triumphOf nothing saved, for the glance. We’ll…
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Here sheExposes herself,In the blandest stateFor the moon’s epiphany. Wandering shallows,Hell-born streamsIn the violet,Through the waters, collectedAt her anchoring ankles. Spot the wavesCrashing from debris,Within the bloodied sea. Beauty seizes her,Widens herTo depth’s everlasting. Wearing the crown,Concealing the frownAs the monarch of doom,Weeping throughThe midnight,In shadowed rooms. A crown of dismayTo remind her towards the…
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