Uncategorized
-
Without songTo fill upThis moment’s belongTo the heart,Full of the sun.Weeping through dry eyes,A drought of the soul. Ache with the burn,A back to the turnFrom the doorTo the sweet sentencingOn furthest highways,HopingOur scenery returns, from the bleakest shore,Craving and savingSweet kissesTo the dire seconds,We adore. We are winter,Adorned in summer,Spellbound by spring,To be drowned…
-
Let usRaise the sunTo set alightRunning streamsFrom glowing eyes,Leaving the moonIn our face. Close,All for the mostWe have yearned forBeyond the shore.Oh, beautyWith everything we cling for,Let us not bleed for more. What loveIn a heart that aches,Not one that breaksWith these waves againstSmeared rocks. What lifeWe treasure, with no measureTo grant, for the sakeOf…
-
We waveGoodbye, the winds,Holding the otherAs we would for a kiss,Shedding ourselvesTo Spring’s becoming growth,Loving for one,Beaming for both. Neptune’s oath,A stream to create the bank,The wealth for ourselvesIn vast reflection,For sunlightTo bleeding moonlight,Amorous in tides,GravitationalTo the collapse. We have weptFor all we have keptUpon the shore. We have sleptWithin all we have met,For drying…
-
For all the momentsThe sun dropped to its knees,Grafting betweenThe space that grows usApart, in our pleas. For all the momentsMorning did stare you down,Weeping in the sunlight,Fading within moonlightBefore weathered curtains. For each time you concealedYour heart, to be healedFrom unspoken vows,The silenceNever gave. For each time you revealedYour eyes to Neptune’s rush,Its flood…
-
“Displace yourself from what the skies know, to all your arms have carried. You know, in your heart, the human nature that demands to keep carrying. Beneath the Heavens, and we catch the rain.” – Modern Romanticism Love is, what humans aren’t. A divine element of the universe, unable to be totally fathomed by the…
-
He felt,As he kneltIn the grainsTo witness the vast oceanTo its recession,Its retreat. He wept,As he keptAll the broken partsOf the moonIn his emptied heart,Casting stars from his eyes. A life,A strife.Winter kept growingUpon devotion’s glow. A faceTo traceIn the sands and skies,Beyond life’s harbor. A ship upon the dock,A lighthouse within the haze,Faint turning…
-
Arms for yourTired, whimpering complexion,And burned flesh.Await, ourselvesFor Heaven’s open lashUpon skeletal scenery. Weeping with the shooting starsA heart to cross a bleak landscape,With none for the sun, to rise. You wait,With head in this frozen lapAnd my bleeding palms. You weepWith decoration of starlight,Symptoms of the sicknessFor our wild selvesTo at last, exhaustAll particles…
-
“Forgiveness is the needed implementation, in the understanding that the monster was never born as such.” – Modern Romanticism
-
It is nothing to praise, My love, Nothing more than something I’ve withdrawn from the sun. Just a teardrop for a flame I’ve made To wrap your finger In tightest bond.
-
Curtains, as everyone’s enemy. Concealment, of a human side, made as blessed. Safety was our concern, as all to everyone’s fear. Though, love would not lose. Love would not depart. Not ever, safely. Not at all, without the storm. We are weary. In each other’s arms, we are heavy. I’ve granted you the yearning to…
-
“Welcome the tyranny as though you accept what is offered, without regard for who is taking.” – Modern Romanticism This Hippocratic Oath, which is a document referring to the confidentiality for the patient, respects the vocation, to nothing more. It is not the concern for the patient, though for the vocation of therapist, doctor, and…
-
Bit the naked curveFor where you swervedInto the collision of reprimand,Within the sightFor who did demandThe sunset to be elsewhere,If not in the rotting circus. Cheers,Jeers,Disembarked tearsWash on the roadOf everyone’s fears.Weeping for milesCurvaceous,For symptomatic whiles. While love poursFrom a heartOf no one’s kind,Heartless death keeps you nearTo bleed with the tears,Razor sharp, with the…
Modern Romanticism 