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“Life cannot be born, without a beginning to pain, for no woman could end it without first a care for her own.” – Modern Romanticism Why has there been a change, to now say, “Women and men”, in that order? It is no by means a sexist remark to believe it should be the opposite.…
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Finding faultWhere ruin liesIn the wakeful rain,Where blue sheds with blue,As storms reside above the mist,While life hangs a curtainBefore the dreadful hour. Two weeks close endless chapters,Laden in everlasting warmth.But, to touch would mean to fear,If not to die. I live on the wiresOf imagined contact,Beyond the wavesTo pierce the haze. My love lies,…
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A fever warms you,Yet my arms cannot touch you.The outline of your formIn the debris that nestles youHas me cry with the fallingOf snow, in the haze. I cannot evenGraze a cheek.I cannot evenTouch a lip,While yours grow oldIn the welcoming dark.I cannot evenHold a handThat trembles. Fear blossomsBleak petals,Between these floorboards.I speakFrom across this…
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She starts to rememberHow the ocean began,Of naked tears, to outdrawn fears,Little more than a scratch upon the skyTo cause this downpour,Forming the largest puddle. She starts to rememberHer heart, bleeding wide open,As a doorway, without barrier,Without restriction.How much she loves in the morning,With eyes full of dew!How much she lives in the evening,Broken, yet…
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How great to liftTragedy to majesty,Concealed by the curtainsOn greatest defeat.Your life has smoldered in winter,Drowned of ashes,Then to ashes, you return.Black decay has been your flavorTo comprehension. I hold your hand in my burning own,Gaping this palmWith the brightest, embedded nail.I die for the horrors you keep,As my mind has stung,While my heart still…
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PossessedBy a certain loneliness,As was the creed of you,The ruleTo which you were bound,Like the book with hardest cover,Not to the truth of its pages.Yet, I love what dropsFrom the wreath above your head,As leaves to the Autumn awakening.Here, your lips stream the pathFor your feet, to my weakened arms. Go across,Speak this name of…
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Belonging is the houseOf unrequited belief,Where flies are swattedFrom lips, so pallid,Beneath the storm, weaved byTheir leper hands.I saw how they pierced the airWith their fingers,Just as the curtain beforeThe blinded bride. I saw the space between them,As they drunk in the firelightOf enemies so old in the night.Belonging in the house,To worship something of…
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“Do we ever forget who we love? Or, do we ever forget who loves us? Are we to reduce ourselves to the selfish fool, who cannot appreciate the selfless gesture of kindness? It is in our pain, that trust has died, not ever love. Love does not become torn apart, for that is not what…
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“Here, the scientist might say to love, among prayer, among God, that such things are impractical. Yet, it cannot be more obvious. Nothing of love, is practical, is utilitarian; so why would a scientist say such words so apparent? Is there ever ‘evidence’ for love, being metaphysical? Does not the scientist work with physical components,…
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“Though, it shouldn’t be, that through our innate comprehension of love, we’d ‘make use’ of that loved one, whether they’d be God, or of family to friendship.” – Modern Romanticism Do we love God? Do we love our friends? Our families? Could we love the source to all love? It is in the understanding of…
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Of her, I see something starless. Still, the shadows come to me, as they ache their remorse. For I have guilt that would set an ocean atop a scale, and weigh it to Heaven. Nothing could challenge the departure of myself to where I see, with eyes that are frail, the face of her at…
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This lifeHolds you againstThe fever,This scornWhere dust mires you beneathShadows above shelter,Kisses from God. I wish to loveWithout watching you,Staring acrossGuiding tragedies,Tremoring streets,Leaving dust to settleUpon those frozen lips. Calling lionsTo erase the guiltI have to faith,Of Heavens stooped in fervor,Where passion displacesSound from travelling sound,Love from senseless love. Pointless heartsAre the case of lovers,Whose…
Modern Romanticism 