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Love,With your lips a trembleAs the leaves through the thicket,Run to me,That I might carry youIn what have beenThe emptiest arms. Watchful,WishfulTo each frowning smile,Teeming of the mindAmong your heart. You want this,You want to leaveThe peeled-off garmentsOf your sadnessTo the sea, where you swum. Feel this,A single stroke through your hair,One solitary kissUpon your…
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Rowing in place,Moving a spaceFor grace to be dropped,As it was heavedSo heavily in my unending arms.For I haveAllowed her sails to tatter,Her winds to be scattered. I drew kissesThrough the mouths of porcelain,Holding hands with grass blades,Cutting my flesh with warmth,With newest blissCreating my sceneryAbroad, from the waves. I drew her aroundAs autumn leaves…
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“If one fails to consume, then they shall be consumed by the oppressors we can state are ‘animals’ who resemble humans.” – Modern Romanticism How can Vegans be sympathetic towards animals? Is it within the Vegan philosophy to be kind towards other humans, as one? Or, is it within the Vegan philosophy to somehow negate…
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I can bury what I feel,Though the ocean crosses so much.So much hurt,Without the heart to bury a face. FadingWith songs outstretchedOn the complacent shore.She would echo a noteFor embracing arms,Yet silence has fallen like a curtainOver the final breath. My eyes stingWithout the salt to spray them.I keep close to painIn the hope, that…
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This dire veilAbove my eyes,Throws off my tearsInto greater puddlesThan the mere oceans. When you areNever here,I grow an extra handTo stretch from its trembling twins. When you areAlways here,A thin tide erases the currentFrame of broken memories. Simmering winds,Flaming egos,I want to love with freedom,Though I drown with contemplation.
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Rolling anchor,Wind upon cheeks,Loyalty is a farewellTo the skin that tremblesIn the undying cold. Her tears come runningTo flood her way.More words come shunningThe woman into smoke. Feel her heartBoil against the brine.Touch her hands,Having held to her lipsThe feverish wine. Call her by name,Not by shame.Direct her by a way,Not by playsWhere she has…
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“What comes first? Love or trust? It must be love, because we cannot trust everyone.” – Modern Romanticism Does one know why the person commits suicide? It is objectively an act of self-punishment. Since it is that both love and death are gifts, due to that life cannot see when either will arrive, the person…
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“It is not my life I cling upon. It is yours. I possess no heartbeat. I reveal no true movement of my limbs. Should you ponder, then I wonder on your thoughts. Should you fall, then I will, too. What is a life, if I have no love to cover it? My fears, my voice,…
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“For it is not to simply feel love that allows us to entrance into it. It is the arms we enter, due to it always being the other we feel. To love, is to feel who we are loving.” – Modern Romanticism
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“How often were diseases transacted from slave to slave, as they were mere cattle upon their ships from one continent to the next?” – Modern Romanticism These ongoing pathetic attempts at culling the spread of the virus, through “lockdowns”, have actually culled human beings. Recall an idiotic Democrat philosophy of believing that if guns are…
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“If conditional love refers to love with boundaries, then conditional trust should simply be boundaries.” – Modern Romanticism The most sensitive of subjects for which is meant to reflect an individual’s greatest of weaknesses, is not love, though trust. Trust relates directly to all we fear, up to who we are sexually intimate with. For…
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“To compare life to a gift is to also believe it was never earned. One earns their life, not their heartbeat. As in, one earns where one can be, as one knows that their family is also not a gift, though of something they must protect. Do we protect life? If so, then our family…
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