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Hold a rowOf shells, to your throatWhile the wings within HeavenCall a bird down to us.We are one step from the otherOn this lasting voyage,Through moons that turns their faces,From stars that spill their heatTo the other end of Earth. I am released, now,Hidden, now,With watching gazeTo the delicacy in your every move,Where winds pick…
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“No, dear. Betterment to yourself is never necessary. Betterment to myself, always is. As long as you remain perfect for my eyes, you need not change, as only through my love will you rise. If I keep myself from beast-hood, from the monster to which once hurt you, I can make you float above. Your…
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“To the instant, versus the infinite, one should immediately comprehend the difference between the body and the mind.” – Modern Romanticism For what is understood, instantly, is the body. It possesses flaws that we can easily say are “unique” to ourselves, though only because we never worked towards the correction of them. Out of work,…
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“Were it not for human imperfection, put forth by human stupidity, we’d not have the science able to mark its trail of progress in the soil before us.” – Modern Romanticism Knowledge is acquired through human idiocy. Human error is what grants the achievement, out of correction through invention. Though, through invention, there is no…
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“Science is the discoverer to limitations, not what is unlimited, pertaining itself to the form, being so flawed as to be opposite from the mind.” – Modern Romanticism If science can relate itself to things so logical, then it cannot be for the mind. Not for the mind, because the brain would be of each…
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Favor yourself,The deepest sleepHas settled yourselfUpon sheets,As beauty tempts you backTo see the winds across your cheeksLet free from my mouth,Still of taste to your tears. You drown, here,In oceans wide, and fragrantWith the scents of your grace,As IAm stalled hereIn the breath of your taking face,By captivation to seal all wounds,As love never again…
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Let us twist,In arms, together and apart,Like hearts that cannot weepWithout remembranceTo moments where circlesBecome the spheres to whichWe find the otherHalf-way upon the ocean. As vinesWith decay to each fallen apple,With remnants in the shattered earth,Of hearts to the broken streamsLeaked free from eyes,Kissing all the farewells to entrancesOf love with roses in arms.…
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Can you countRoadblocks in the sand?The sea has weathered itself,By each triumph we have beckonedWith hands held outTo catch fallen droplets,With the noose about our necksLocking temptation in place. For we may speakWithout uttering words.Of our eyes,To our emitted stare,We fold the other in armsWide as the ocean returns words,As the sky notices how we…
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Hold what leaves,The precious denialYou’ve been keeping,Like roses attached to thorns,With your kindness, too longIn the many places it standsTo keep the earth,Sodden fresh. With little care to desert yourself,You come wholeTo the arrows that lick your neck,To the faces that guide your trekDown the dirt-roads that never moistenedPast where each loyalty departs,As the roses…
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“Rage is the uncontrolled emotion, spread about like flame, unable to disperse without either nothing else to destroy, or in the touch of its superior, being water.” – Modern Romanticism How cruel can a modern world be to tell a certain race that they’re the only targets of racism, or to tell a woman that…
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Your face remains idle,As not a tear moreCrosses your ruined eyes,For your placeBy my sideHas been the collapsing waveFor what we could not save. Place your lips, runningAcross the smears to eachOf those tapered fingers.You have feltEnough to die from,In the blackness that recedesTo a heart that bleeds. Cruelty finds moreOf you, over any song…
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“Some might repeat that art should remain as is, and they’d be right, if no artist was ever deceived by the idea that ‘realism’ should take more prominence on the canvas, over their surroundings.” – Modern Romanticism Hyper-realism, in art, possesses no “art” of itself, due to that such paintings of such realism attempt to…
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