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“Did Christ die in vain, for only the smaller, less threatening, sins we can individualize and segregate from the greater horrors, on Earth? Surely, what with the crimson streams tainting the man’s flesh, upon the cross and dying, love is not to be symbolized as limited in its depth of forgiveness.” – Modern Romanticism We…
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No dangerMay again twist your features,For no tearsCan mold the rivers into shape.I can love a thousand times moreInto your heart,Though these arms will circumventEach feeling, that makes you. Each tear, you cry off,I shall catch.I shall be the one to hold you,In arms, that soothe your rain,By love, that ends your pain. No dangerCan…
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Return to meWhen winter no longer sculptsTrails of broken bark,Sinew and sadness.Remnants of ways to humanityThat were never a partOf deepest humility. Beneath a sun that never departs,For it always gleamsA brightness, through our eyes,In our chests.Here you shall layUnder moonlit stars,Folding a tear against your cheek,Leaving happiness against the bleakBitterness of any nightToo dark.…
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WhyWhen upon the deepest melodyI can hold youEntangled in the notesThat fall against my ears? I am only ever running watersWhen your song is to hear,Loving as the moon is quietUpon a harboring nightThat carries windswept emotionsAcross glades and fields,Burning into dust. Your face,A soothing sadnessTo cover upWith hands as milk-white cloth,Freezing tears beneath snow,Leaving…
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Hold back your head,Sway your arms,Breathe miles of sweetnessTo Heaven. I bury a kiss in your red-tinted lips,Holding a halo in my handTo crown youThe jewelAmong my darkness. Water glimmers on your hazed eyes,While sweat runs from shouldersIn the barren heat.Your heart plunders a new birthOf itself, in the fog. You areAs reflections, in the…
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We cannot look at love as anything other than a mode of stillness. Captivation. Here, a woman named Lisa breathes, brought down upon a loveseat from her husband, Jonathan, and his hands. He has kissed her forehead, remaining damp to his lips from exertion. A wandering smile, darts from East to West across his mouth,…
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Under these heavy curtainsOf doubt,There bleeds something beautiful,The nuptiality that can recreateThe truths in myself.My sickened soul,That once sung aloudAll the harmonies of loveIn the dangers we visited. My soul now twists,Writhes,In uncertainty,In perplexity. Living through you,In the deepness,In the mire of you,Under the clouds of you,For believing in youHas become a pain. Just a…
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“Why else would the Cat Lady amuse herself with a storm of cats? Why else, if not to cover up her loneliness with cats? Obsession is that which one cannot move past from, for depression digs one into a hole, into the ground where one no longer walks, though is a particle of the past.…
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“The greatest weakness of all is for one to believe they lack it.” – Modern Romanticism In a realm of situations, there are specifics. In one pointed out situation, there’d be a person who could say, “It is subjective for what one thinks.” Though, that situation was merely broken down from all others, alike it.…
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For you,I would gladly burst myselfTo share an oceanOf depleted rosesTo matchThe emptiness in you.To you,I would stretchScarred arms,Bleeding palms,To sing songs of sicknessOut of you. For you,I would smile twiceIn the same moment.Next to you,I would love with two heartsTo fulfill your own,Defeated upon the earth.Out of youI would scrape the despair,For places we…
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Remind me of rushing wavesSentenced like the criminalTo his Hell, down your cheeks.Might I swimAt my own whim? Remind me of barrels of poison,Toxins for the drunkard.Hold your hand to the storm,Catching silver rain,Mourning with stains. Sing praise,For why notSee the sun, when it glimpses youIn the rising ashes of dead stars? You are broken,Along…
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Loving beneathYour stars,Counting raindrops,ReminiscingOver scarsThat hold innumerablePages,History never complex. For I could readWhat is born from you,Losing teardrops,As the puling infant. Upon a fragile night,With moon to storm a feverAbove me,Pieces of you, came to me. Taking memoriesFrom your heart,Folding pages in my sleevesOf a timeworn shirt.Lifting a veilWill never come again,To see the sunWithout…
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