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A sadnessDivides you,As you permeateWith eyes set upon the moonAs the sun before the settlingOf another drowned day. Gift yourselfEach kind, loose hourWith remedies, you do not passFrom hands, that would rather liftAttire, to show the scarsYou keep from the blooming sun. A faceThat blocks more lightThan ever did the moonWhen drenched in its own…
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“Go on. Laze around. Tell yourself the problem will disappear, if you just place yourself in a hospital. For if there is no greater source than the source, itself, then the cure cannot touch it if a person never admits to themselves as the problem.” – Modern Romanticism Accountability. Responsibility. Discipline. These are the factors…
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Flower vines,Twisted hopeComes undoneTo reveal, the thought of youBeneath the earth,Among all its buried wishes. Send yourselfUpon wings, long with the meadowsTo attract you to Heaven.Hold what little of meRemains to be believed,Sideways, against God. He makes you His,The Holiest triumphFor the somber reward,With little kissesTo match the unheardWeeping from my fragile mind. Candlelight,Simple plightDown…
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You areEvery moment mattering,Against the distant chimes,The bellsFor the sake of timeThat quits to a departureOf life against its toll,The knell. Can life pour inAs the light, so sacredThat the cold might meltWhile the windCarries me, with you in these armsThat have discarded piloted dreamsThrough the echoing dark? A chamber in these oceans,A round in…
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Red with the paint,Death upon a canvasMocking the life to whichWe hold, with finalityTo every sworn vow. Can we escape,Can we runWhile holding the otherIn manacled arms? Kisses sweet, as the rain,Not as the stainsRunning from your lonesome gaze,Tired with the feeblenessYou attract to every stepDeath will take. Hold your ghost,Not your light,To make of…
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Sad notesEcho a choir for the sakeOf defeat,As winter stains a haloAbove a neckWhere no head resides. Let me summarize,Let me fathomThe failure of a living ghost,A singular gestureTo state the end is crawling nearUpon my hollow neck. Faces resembleNo curves to this flattened space,As one void trembles me,Whimpering to the sadness,Sending seeds overboardTo wash…
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There is a way to love,A face to stealFrom dying momentsUndressed in the sunrise.Count your stops,Hold your pleasures close,The raindrops are stingingYour precious cheeks. There is a wayTo be certainFor moments, uncountableAs dust,As those momentsBoth yearn and crawlFor the same state,Our bleeding salvation. I placeA guard to your heart,Holding us, against the worldWith its woes,Among…
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Finding the springDrenched and clottedIn unclosed eyes,Hearing youDown long passagewaysIn my tumbling mind,Gathering mossTo your dying expression. Find what killsThe emptiness unclothedIn your sobering heart.Once to drinkOf lust, in its unending voyageAcross miles of skin,Sending devils roamingAbout in unshaved sin. Gather togetherRaindrops that spill sidewaysFrom clouds that mock your intentTo seek the answer within the…
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FeastUpon wandering notes,Taking elsewhere walksAbout gardensDense,Wrapped in a veil of vines,Facing the blankness of a great eveningWhere teeming sadness runs,Motions a great sprintTo the places where arms collapse. FeastUpon the grief I keep,Noting my eyes upon the sunlightAs meaningless.Blood churns in my heartWithout solace.To the reverberations without silence,For not a momentWill clocks come undone of…
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Wandering handHolds a page, torn from a book,Hides a face,Torn from this world.Her tears,Droplets of a withering spring,Concealed by the ash,Diluted in fog. Can shePull apart,Rainbow from rainbow,A nest of gold for her heartTo wallow? A scenery bleeds,Gently through the morn,Fading sadness into kisses,RemembrancesOf seconds shared, with no hold. Passed from this world,To make another…
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“Sinister is the one who gains a high on their own self, while their actions are left to the negligence of others. To be proud for identity is no different than your average historical dictator, who through his own pride to his idealist nature, found that others shamed what he did which either was to…
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UnderscoredTo a phrase, for repetition’s sake.Light a candle near toYour bedside,Draping your hair overEmptiness in my arms.For you breathe,No more. What loveBurned deeper holes in the scars,Left upon the moon?What silencePangs a dread through to me,Once with love’s divinity? Your eyes,Concealed of truth,For tiredness has made them closedOf lids to shelter themOutside of song,Escaped from…
Modern Romanticism 