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“The monster is only ever soft when they are finally vulnerable, no longer feared, and once more, able to protect another whom the beast did love.” – Modern Romanticism The concept of the “Beauty and the Beast” is one to represent what is seen to be weak, from what is seen to be strong. A…
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PainIn the skyFalls with the eveningOver my eyes.I will never fill this cupWith the bittersweetRemains of another day.Your eyes,Still the rainbow to find the goldAt the pile of fragmentsTo your heart. Your heart still quakesThe echoesAcross this dying earth.I wantWhat leads onMyself, to the ruinWhere your sadness behavesMost rationally.You speak of the real,As I utter…
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A: Oh, beloved. Was I always your only mistake? B: As just the very one who abandoned me, the only regret who has come to be both truest and most false. A: You regret so much, of so much abandonment, though I led you through your darkest trials. B: You led me, to then bring…
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“For the sake of love, or even for the love of God, science only questions what can be questioned, again afterwards. Never-ending question comes from unceasing confusion and the same lack of clarity that love nor responsibility had never touched. Such would make of itself belonging in the same comparison to a psychopath, that through…
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Open wideThe winter that disclosesThe paradiseKept to the enclosedArms, for what you nurtureLeft to the eyesOf your own. Your beauty diesUpon mimicryOf ever-falling leaves in a seasonSo soon to leave,Dropping bloodied bladesTo the fleshOf cold earth. Drink this chaliceHeld of your tears,Thin-beautyAnd countless fears. Feast your mindNot upon your heart,For a second in time,That tears…
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“Race is no subject, other than being similar to speaking of the two slices of bread, instead of the individual ingredients that compose the sandwich.” – Modern Romanticism Racism can vanish on its own. All we simply need to do is quit the subject of race, altogether. It is a subject that, through its continual…
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It is to him that this pain, in deepest relation to his wife, can be a thing that reminds him of the moment. As love cradles, so does the ocean become carried with a few droplets that disperse from this man’s eyes, adding more to the flood. For nothing else darkens more of a wave,…
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NoneOf these tearsWere cried too earlyFrom hollow hands,For I run these stained fingersOver your heavenly curves,Bleeding with you,For every word has been true. Pain is the symphonyTo carry youPast these ruins,Beyond these discarded heartsWe cannot gatherFor the empty one,Fading our lives in the rain,Leaving trust to the grain. Every word is a symptomTo this very…
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FinalWaking of a near moment,Disguised by flowers that sleep,Of petals that weep.Leaked,Fallen of droplets to the given rainThat buries a stem,Though raises the stigma,Raises the face. You leanedTo take blessing from curse,Washed your handsIn the flying nectar.You fed yourself the escape,To make of your wakeThe joys that curl themselves,Fallen into ivory,Bleeding into glory. Rain is…
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In the current works, there are 2 philosophy dissertations being written, with one that ranges upon 30,000 words. I possess over 1,500 poems written. I shall compile 20 volumes of 75 poems each. For the future, there are exactly 20 more philosophy manuscripts to write. As for novels, there are 7 WIP (work in progress)…
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“Who loves us? Who, besides those whose expectations for us are kept in the foresight of sameness? Love is that emotion. That emotion that tells a person that another should never improve, for they are ‘perfect as they are’.” – Modern Romanticism As a friend, we are here to tell our own that they are,…
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Simple woman,With dreams to bareIn quilts, unsharedTo the men who stood to stareUpon you, in the droplets,The fairFace of forgetfulnes. Hold the rose tighterIn the arms, to leave your wordsWritten in surest might,Discarded upon the thorns,Creating your pullTo where Hell feeds you the horns.To make you matter in the sin,To sting your cheeks with the…
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