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“Idealism hurts. Its pain comes through not being able to take the flow, in its gradual steadiness. Innovation is a desire to want more. And, yet, when love comes around, there is a reminder. A simple reminder. To know what is most important, to never forget, though that is almost an impossible task.” – Modern…
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“Bring plenty to a nation, and it is the realist who will be loved by all. Such a leader has merely taken advantage of what was always present, did not require change, though simply needed a people to be reminded of it. However, shatter a nation, and then the people will forget their country’s color,…
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“It is only those who live among prosperity who can afford, and also side, with realism and the realist. Whereas, it is when people live among poverty that they can afford, and also side, with idealism and the idealist.” – Modern Romanticism To simplify the very difference between the feuding Republicans to the Democrats, in…
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CuspThe great rushing tide.We can swim a great defeatDown to where you were buriedIn the flame.Holding hands with a ghost,As two eyes lay embedded in mind,Purging souls into rain. LoveWeakens the heart,Strengthens the mind,Releases the fogTo the longest road out fromOpen doors.I feel,Though I cannot see. BloodIs the shared wires,A connection of distant callbacksOf voices,…
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“Do not keep your hold upon the droplets. For they are meant to water the roots. Do not let anger, through the fear that burns what is dead within yourself, consume the wilderness meant to thrive. As pain may be the thorns, everything beautiful is the rose. You might find the stem unwieldable, as a…
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No matterThe trial,The tribulation.No matterThe divide,The void.A promise shall be thereAs a ring upon your slender finger. No blackened voyageShall miscarry your feet.No overcast skyShall make of your features, the sorrow. No simple sighOf undressed lonelinessCan be of remnant,In my cleansing. I will cry open a gate to you,Of tears to flood you forth,Building tunnels…
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Braid my lips,Taste the poisonThat crosses my tongue.The world dividesBetween us,Amidst oceans created by tears,Among wars caused by fears.Pain engulfs usIn the mighty torrent. Just a shared blossomFor us to bow low to,Among sung songsSpilled from echoing hearts,Heard as lifelike notesPlucked upon the strings, so delicateIn the birth of old beginnings. Bestowed tragedyThe world can…
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Keep your eyesBandaged,Your armsScarred by the sun’s dropletsOf warmthOn everywhere your face departs,On all folds of flameYou reject, with the twist. I bleed,Though the red goes missing.I decay,Though the yellow and flashes of orangeAre simple criesInto difficult blindness. You bond your stilled selfTo the trying coldnessI have come to name it.Sicken yourselfOn the remaining waste,And…
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Touting the sea,Swindling my heart,Forming kisses out of starsYou will birth in a new archOf this love you have ached to see. I call my tearsBackwards, to the slopeOf my belittled cheek,For the stinging salt upon my eyesHave slept, to have settled. EruptYour sadness, into mercilessness,For you have cleaned the bloodFrom lips,Tasting the thorns. I…
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“To the preservation of what has been created, cannot be in sameness of enactment to preserving the deceased. We preserve memories, for flesh will eventually rot. Only through preservation upon living flesh, not its dead form, can beauty be something for protection’s sake.” – Modern Romanticism How then, can beauty be a thing of ugliness,…
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“Those who support the facts of a world depraved, are those who seek to keep the deprivation steady and continuous.” – Modern Romanticism Scientists support facts. Politicians seem to support the scientists. However, doers will be idealistic, even among the pain of not letting the world spin and continuing on with the flow. There are…
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“No man will cry over sentimentality. He will, however, weep when the boulder during the present, buries him further into the earth. The guilt, harbored upon his shoulders, docked as a ship within his heart, overloaded with the cargo of self-disappointment, offers him the curse of blame for what he could not protect. Competence is,…
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