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Lift your shape,Breathe thy sorrowsTo represent the moon’s discolorOf white, fleeting veinsThat once possessed the shameOf life’s great surgeThrough watery channels. As roses come to meet you,While faces come to greet you,You are the kindlingBlazing with the truest grace,Capturing reflections in puddles,Washing bare skinIn the deep oceans. Life-like sadnessWith breath to each fallOf your aching…
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Her heart, long and venomous was ever the sadness that chimed upon the strings. Could I? To stoop my head low to gift a kiss to her notes, would I then fade? As she, being the one who wishes to be vapor, I’d gather it in my lungs at this final leap. Pioneered for the…
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He believed more in betrayal, than that of love. Watched, as the stars kissed his cheeks. Waited, as the haze melted him into a portrayal of surrender. Laughed, as the clouds mocked him among their height. He kept something. A locket. Of a face with two roses for cheeks, blush for the sake of the…
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“If there’s no definite answer, then there will be an indefinite problem.” – Modern Romanticism
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RoamingWith vanityAnd emptiness.SingingA sorrowful tuneFrom a heart,That never did start. Holding handsWith the thorn-coveredTwigs from burned brush,Fading amongDistant twilight,Walking intoA bedroom of old scenery. AwakeningWithout a sound, for a sighWas never aroundTo dust the grain from my eyelids,Bleeding for the eternity of love,Seeing the ceilingAs I ache to know. Why is deathHeld for me,Where is…
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Waltz throughThe open door,For the pain is still thereTo be adored.Sleep peacefullyAmong the dew-drenched petals,Wasted soil for bedsOf churned earth for the dead. I have kept you,Needlessly protectedWith eyes that still see shadowsDown every corner,Across all lanes.While my tears rainAs the skies part themselves,Will you still sing? Of broken stems,Aging leaves,Weakness throughout every boughOf the…
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What manHas dared to bend his time,Freely, for the things he does wrongFrom all else, he could belong? The witnessBrought forth, with no happiness,No bandages to bringRepair to the fading trenchOf veinsIn this swollen heart. The love, tried to the guiltOf brokennessIn the commandment of the crippled,Among all thoseBorn to weep, die to wilt. Faces…
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Envy only the trophiesThe world has sputtered forth,Bleeding majestic statusFor your feet to walk. Kind crueltyBares a pair of shimmering shoulders,Wanting with your fingers pressedTo the bone of your vacant image. To the discovered fossil,Of porcelain against your arrayOf fog upon this doomsday,The painting has become the decay. Walking uponBlood-stained stained-glass,With a lucid smile,Warped by…
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Upon heaped-up gardensDressed of you in finest embroidery,Comes the first stepInto the dance between two star-lights,Living love. Walk now,Up to the altar for your arrangement,For no second man shall claim you,Even upon the dayWhen your heart stops. Here isA ticket to your reclamation,While beauty is braidedIn every tress raining from your head,In the fog of…
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“Whether for contentment or discontent’s sake, no greater amount of responsibility eases the supposed necessity to remain strong. People always break upon what they lack, never for what they shoulder.” – Modern Romanticism How is it a man reveals himself to shoulder all responsibilities? There is only one reason. A man is innately stupid. To…
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“Something so beautiful, identifiable, and familiar to us is enough to raise even portions of our physical flesh to the heights of Heaven.” – Modern Romanticism How real is it to feel something so lodged in the mind? Of something so dark, that only ever the depressed individual could understand, is never felt during a…
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How is itOf death,Of such a brightWinter’s delight,Weighted across the debrisOf scattered tresses,That anything could possibly matter? Of fallen leavesTo the descension of snowsFrom arid heavens,What builds of this rejection?What eruptsOut of this insurrection? Of love called to a door,Of feet carried to be imploredThat the day falls more triumphantlyThan the night,While stars leave their…
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