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StarvingUpon the twigs of the moon,Dropped from unseen birds,Fed to our mouthsAs fading colors,HearingWhat signs are givenTo the ache of dual heartsClashing in Hellish Heaven. We used to kissIn empathetic intertwine.Though, with the faces that see distanceToo familiar in the arid night’s air,We kissOnly to find tears more consumable,To grow ill upon our mourning. Unstable,In…
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She brought back rosesAll red in hue,Splashed with the mourningUpon the morning,The sunrise of her tears. With beauty that leaves reflectionsDoused in the earth, without correction,With long chimes hanging fromThe autumnal boughs of naked trees,Vulnerability is heardIn the sickness she lets loose. Tears fall upon the red of love,In the same ease as this seasonEngulfed…
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“As the artist dies so that their artwork might live on, is just the same as a mother who would die to keep her children alive.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Know always that the face that never even is truthful with the self can spread upon the grieving fellow the coat of sugar that reveals only the deception he’s believed in.” – Modern Romanticism Nothing is as kind as deception. It is what we mistake, of the politician, for compassion. We refuse in the attempt…
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Simple smileWith no funeral for the settingOf parted soulsWho kept escapingTo futures, concealed in the eyes,Peeled back of identity.While she yearned,I gave her a turnTo be final, with me. Before the world swallowsOur echoesFor the cries of the other,Haven’t we only loved? Before we screamIn our closet of shadows,Caressing rose-tinted cheeks,Haven’t we only loved? DespairingIn…
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“Self-esteem is the reprimandable place of the sociopath, whose highness to himself demands a place without any act of nobility to its design.” – Modern Romanticism
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The day whenOur lips never retreatBack to swallowing tears,To their tremblingIn barren fears. When that dayComes as open as whenThe nighttime breaksThrough, with the sun to riseIn the caress of great warmthTo the cold backsOf the other. Then,I come with great songPoured open from my heartThat I have always lovedWithout letting go. You have always…
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Great fragrance,Warm remembranceOf what once wasIn the fog of ever-blue eveningsWhere you rain what is leftOf cruelty in your heart. Holding hands, nowWith an empty frame,As the spaceNear to me, in the rainOnce laid the porcelain figureWith cheeks as redAs the descension of a sun,With eyes as sadAs the lifting moon. Waking in flame,While the…
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Do notTo the one who barely breathesSpeak of deathly hope,That a future is as malleable as silver,That the unpredictableCan be so formed as the presentWhere the moon colorsThis world in its weeping. Do notTwist the fog towards the imageOf barren truthFor the one with dutiful desiresFor finality,With great dreamsOnly ever livedIn the world of the…
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Hollowed outOf her heart, in the everlasting webThat bleeds out the ironFor tracks laid,With screams buried. Funneling shame through a puddleWhere memories liveBy a circular rippleExtending for a mile,That the train can come sailing. Station stormsWhere it rains in her heartAmong all the notesPlayed for the pain of days,All within the waiting years. One playful…
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“Who wants to be the one who takes the blame for another? Who wants to be the one who bleeds for another? Who wants to be the one who dies for another? There is no one, besides the he or the she who is too smart and too stupid to know and not know what…
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“Treat that which is meant to be temporary as meant to be permanent, then one has merely offered their life upon a silver platter directly to their executioner. As life is temporary, then death will be permanent.” – Modern Romanticism All things so precious to the individual, are there to be treated as temporary. If…
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