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What dreamSparkles such radianceFor eyes to see,For senses to believeThat love can be true by the milesI take, with your hand in mineTo explore, the extent of you? Believing ourselvesSelfish, by discarded trust,Helpless,As enemies to dust.What have weOther than for the vision we seeWith two eyes, beholding destiny? Not one moment moreTo your lips,For we…
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TransfixedBy thy guiding stem,Bending in foldsOf skin, to curves saturatedBy the beads to a hot night,Receded by my cold breath,Lawful in your breadth. Caught of winds for vapor to my nostrils,To my lips,Climbing your formTo the peak of Heaven’s self. Just a child,Am I,With finality to my every word,Just a syllable lost to the floor,Where…
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Bless your curse,Sweet one of no remorse,The love between you and IHas come crawling short.We danceWith fervency to mimic a void,Of attire made in blackTraces to what we lack. Loving you,Beauty of nearest shore,Has been a harmonyIn a heart of my own,Hurled forth to be shown.Now from emptiness’s hollow stream,Comes solace through a gentle gleam.…
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One world,Too smallCannot count the radiant teardropsCreating rivers upon my cheeks,Bountiful in the lakes they create,By one loveKept to broken roomsOf silence, left to weepingFaces I show you not,Too demonic to bare,Too forceful to share. I hold a wound,A crevice that will not close.Your love has been there,Your dream has come aware,A moon has replaced…
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“Anger comes from individual to society, not due to there being something wrong with the latter, through due to a certain factor of loneliness through which the former feels. Loneliness is the trigger, the fuel, to rage. When people are told to be victimized in their strain, as the only sorts to be suffering, it…
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“To be proud, one must have proof for the external creation of a thing. If for internal creation, then how is proof for identity the case of simple admittance, if one cannot show validity? Would no proof for identity simply be the raw deception, because that evidence is lacking?” – Modern Romanticism Swapping identities, would…
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“Oh, care that I felt for you, above all else. I never mattered for a moment, in this world. If to keep you afloat was always my aim, then may I drown with content. To be angered at you, when hearts came to a close, was only ever because I could care for nothing else.…
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“Can depression be removed from the life of one who suffers from it? It cannot. It is not anything related to presence. Depression is what a person suffers from, due to absence, just as a wound upon skin is missing flesh and blood.” – Modern Romanticism The average psychiatrist or psychologist, or those who simply…
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Suffer what makes mePitiable to seeThe lacking fulfillment too awfulTo believe. Rows of teethMake me,The face that catches the breathOf many seas. I still rock wavesWithin me,Still mock myself to be savedFrom this journey. Love unites me,Indeed to frighten me,The places I have scattered sanctityBehind me. A curse I rowTo an anchoring shore,To save the…
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Loosened laceStretched about you,As the ropes for your Heavenly form,Turned sideways for my eyes,As grace shifts for this weary worldOf ours,Where teardrops set themselvesAgainst the rug. You appear,With eyes of a glanceTo hover upon rose to a faceSo wondrous, in expression,Entranced, to the danceOf yourself, in the skipOf God’s heart. A bodyMoving with arrangementOf all…
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I wantWhere waters neverCover you,To be the plainest vesselAfloat for my journeyTo see you set,To keep you keptIn arms, that nourish you,For eyes, that remember youIn a mind that translates you. Facing waves,Hovering upon glancesThat never look to your direction,Forever.Waves of mercyThat eventually recede,Upon the deck, atop you,As I am before the helm to steer…
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Swim back,My dear,Swim backTo arms that will not releaseYou, to the wind.Your eyes, a blanket of misery,Despondent in every color,Cloaked by leaves that tempt youOver to feel the fading light. Dream forward,My love,Dream forwardTo scenery that keeps you warm,Towards a place that never hurls youThe sentenced scorn.Keep your eyes openOn the pathways to Heaven,As love…
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