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“Depression is not a cue for productivity. Nor is grief the cue for a need to neglect the immediate sensations. We discover something so pure, as the positive emotions, only when everything we currently feel can be converted over to inspiration.” – Modern Romanticism If research tells us that both positive and negative emotions can…
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“If those who kneel outnumber those who stand, then freedom is lost. Weakness festers in the eyes of those who choose to bend a knee, to their slave-masters, who’d return an act of rebellion with a word. For in today’s world, as whips have been replaced with such vocabulary, kneelers are in submission to greater…
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Lost,Yet drowningIn the sparkle of your eyes,Holding wounds open,So wild, firm in bleedingMy aura to you,Hoping your heart beatsTo the same rhythmAs these footsteps to the future. Further, I wadeTo hold you, in sweeping arms,Never to scorn youFrom lips, made to burnUpon your mouth. Hush, my love,For the feverHas only woken youFrom the moon,From its…
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“A simple reminder to what we already realize of ourselves, are the effects of words. All what we ignore, is what words remind. All that we run from, are those memories that can be captured back through words.” – Modern Romanticism Here be a world that places more predicament on words, than actions. Though, in…
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“If fear divides a people, resulting in the ignorance that, as well, outcomes in the prejudice that leaves others disconnected, then why not convert such a fear of people to a fear for people? Instead of fearing others, we should fear for others. Instead of dividing ourselves out of fear, we should close gaps because…
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“Unlike hatred, criticism is its opposite. Criticism constructs. It lifts, just the same as love.” – Modern Romanticism To reject criticism is to reject the friend. It is to reject the one who doesn’t find you perfect. Is not the essence of friendships to show vulnerability around the other? Is this not the same as…
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Forever,The feelings gallopTowards the moon’s many faces.Holding hands in a twist,Of dual thorns, growing the rose,Dropping the ashesFrom petals, in the dusk. Entwined, we surgeWith the fears, in the love,Birthing newborn oceansFrom eyes,Staining hands,Though kissingIn crystallized rain. SensationCurves about you,Beauty of watery Neptune.Of flesh I have sculpted,Of bones, where you feelVulnerable, in the ache. I…
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“In this world, the denial of involvement is the confession of ignorance, not innocence.” – Modern Romanticism Those who deny their fate, are those who further construct their Hell. What point to blame the world, if not in the denial that our surroundings have been made by our own hands? If we blame the world,…
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Wide-openMoons that bring coldTo the glowing mouths,Parted for the gleaming night.WaitingFor the face that staysTo see patience,Eager in engulfing silence. He holds a ringAt the same lengthHe holds a tooth,For a bird upon wings,As exchange for the sum. Closed-inSuns, with restUpon the glaciers.Mounted rocks,Gold that sways, in flame,Sequence of days,Desertion of night,Stilled life upon waiting…
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To guideThe quietnessAmong silvery waters,Of lily to padded stream. To radiant skinWhere breast and feeble armsSustain and caressA weakness awayTowards the cliffs where fallsDescend with wildness. Churning softnessOf a heartThat leaves graves emptyOf simple song. Charm the vessel,Of veins where rivers reside,Towards a heartWhere beauty yet hides. We lookWith faces, that speakTemptation to fascination,On towards…
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Everything. It depends on the eyes. What do you see, when you look at myself? What do the Autumn leaves comprehend of Autumn? What do the fallen understand of the beauty in that arrangement of colors? Fire is what leaves a trail of decay. Scattered debris, a teeming season of fossils, as you can indeed…
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DebrisUnderneathHer grave smileShe has slept with,Bending her mind,Silencing her heart. Alone,With the cruelest memoriesTo seal life in her veins,To hollow out loveFrom her soul. Calm the eyes,Surrender the fleshTo keep the release, still frozenUpon winter’s stroke.A caress to keep her low. Walking through a curtain,Setting scenery beneathBathing majesty. Cutting oceans in halves,Sending starsTo greater deserts.…
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