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To count the stars,We are forever,In arms wide as the seaCan scrawl a deep shapeOf us two,As we burn through our ownImage. We raisePorcelain atop ebony,Discovering light in the eclipse,Finding words where can be noneIn the surrender of a void,To the entrance of eternity. My love,How the world has clungTo the deep-blue watersAnd ever-grey skies,Holding…
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Upon a time in my life, the only woman I ever loved, and will continue to love, was diagnosed with a Neurological issue. This specific issue, though not life-threatening, put a dent in our relationship, preventing us from getting married. For a while, our dreams seemed crushed. Trampled, by fate, itself. However, I have come…
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Great numbersTo your fallen debris,Masking the entire blueOcean in your heart.Concealed by the rose petalsHeld in your hands,Over your chestWhere memories are mere seedsTo sprout a futureNone have seen. Something remains,Something always remainsIn a heart, quieted by stones,Hushed by a fate beneathA sea of dirt,Above where you hurt. Oh, love,How quickly you have feltThe many…
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Here, I holdDarkness, with a tasteOf self-mercy.Some illusion has seen me open,Of faces yet to dissolve,Of idiocies yet to departFrom a stained mind. Her heart, I hold,With dewdrops, so wideUpon the rivers where dams collapse,Where eyes close,Where fevers become coldOf veins that build the bridgeBack to home. Of me, I scoldThe iron that melts back…
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“The life or beauty none so flawed is a lie none so truthful.” – Modern Romanticism Beauty is the image of any one person, so flawed as to consider their errors, their lack of accountability and responsibility. To the person who claims they are entirely beautiful or wholly without error, while in fact possessing ugliness,…
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“Comprehend that choice is the one division that relates to division, itself. As much as we choose, we choose for diversity’s sake. Diversity. The word that belongs to the slave-master. The connoisseur of differing flavors who manages to discover merely his favorite, not the beloved to which sprouted from someplace beyond his knowledge.” – Modern…
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“Comprehend that choice is the one division that relates to division, itself. As much as we choose, we choose for diversity’s sake. Diversity. The word that belongs to the slave-master. The connoisseur of differing flavors who manages to discover merely his favorite, not the beloved to which sprouted from someplace beyond his knowledge.” – Modern…
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Holding outA heart,Scrawled with messagesTo become seenBy the wondrous face of you. Here is a note,Here is a wound,A crevice in the noticeThere to be mended. Here is a space,Held out for your taking.Will you diveWith all your own heart? All your eyesSee darkness in the whiteStars of this universeI have formed,To mold you into…
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Surges of jealousy,Heartwarming anatomy,Fields where lust blooms openYour legs in the brush.Faces that stay in my mind,Not of mine. They held youDeep in arms covered by soot.Wild, as you areThe woman of my tears.I fold a curtain about your arms,To hold you where miles are certain. Kisses and brave guesses,Blood and wedding dresses,Beauty that needs…
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“Anger, the cure to life, by the death of it. For we aim to put out the flame with a greater one, and never so bravely open our vulnerable selves to the washing rain of teardrops.” – Modern Romanticism Anger. Is such an emotion able to be controlled? It cannot, any more than fire can…
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GraftedBy an awakening smile,Holding slender by the hand,Enjoying tunesSet by the choir,Rolling uphill by the damsel’s gaze,Swinging in the swell of enchantment,By the enchantress’s haze. His mind,A cold reluctance,As a place of winter amongThe city’s stare,Or his faceAs a simple notion to be sad,While words collapse against page,Seeing tears caught by the wind. Bells and…
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How many dropletsWill spill from the moon?We have laid here, together,Matching ourselvesWith the weather,The fevers from a fireplace,As you are mine. Scarlet hair,Beaming eyes,Folded skin, over curvesSoft as petaled snow,Of trees that connect each star,Dropping flakes easily as remembranceTo this unseen moment. You writhe in your pleasure,Folding grins against frowns,Feeling pain with my diningUpon scentsAs…
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