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“To compel love does not result in love. Love cannot be forced, unless hypocrisy happens to be one’s motto. When one enforces love, love cannot come naturally. When love forces itself, it becomes rape, or it becomes what one cannot tolerate.” – Modern Romanticism Human nature dictates that a person must fall in love or…
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Though wekept brushing asidegrains that set a stain,our lipsfound a depth that wemight have kept, were weto remain asleep. Grains to our dust,in our death, upon reddest rust.Countless as snowwith summer bringingour bodies low. You save a cripplefrom peddling his favoritetime to keep sellinghis heart upon a hook.You send over a kissto remind these ruined…
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Those same stampsto time’s disheveled face.Those present waters,here to level our entrancesto uncovered surfaces.Waist around, with a hand aboutyour form in a blood-red ocean,with a kiss for our journey. Awake to undertakethese moments where wediscover hope before its doorcloses a broken dam.We are meant to flooda land in our radiant blood,to water driest soilin deserted…
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“Name a crime motivated by fear and it reveals what all humans keep a potential for. There can be no resolution to an issue that remains universal. Someone can fear someone else whom they do not know. When this occurs, there can be no hatred in this. There can only be ignorance, coinciding with that…
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“Up to a collective, their victimization resonates through an inferiority complex. Contrasted from that, an individual remains superior. An individual can dominate a collective, to name simply that group as inferior, when an individual has not been regarded first. Capability to an individual can only be through them, though when they regard themselves first as…
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“If we care to solve, we will not need as many resources. In this absence of care, resources become our supplement. We replace a heart, meant to be there within us, with material, ephemeral resources. All meant for accessibility to us cannot be always in this manner for a resource. As there can be nothing…
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“Some argue that choice can be all one needs. Wherever has been an argument to tell everyone that when it comes to doing right, there can be no choice? A choice often falls into a realm, belonging to excuse. Excuse. Escapism. Or a wish to be free, without earning freedom. A desire to rest, while…
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“A difference resides between love and hatred, in that this former state of being feels everything of another person, whereas this latter one feels everything oneself feels. Love feels all of another’s emotions. Hatred feels only what oneself has been feeling. This has been due to genuine hate coming from love. Hatred has always been…
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Talk to pain.Sweet mother of whispers,cradle this misfortune,blanket me in sleep.Wish me a better life,reprieve meinto better thoughts,beyond debris of failure. When you awakened meas an immature child,deep in folded arms,I recall those tearsI let go,as I could notlet you go. Have you understood me,inside my newly formed wombof a greater, older life?You have caressed…
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Wither off, come offwith waters revealed at eyes,while you dry uplakes, absorbing glaciers,among all ofHeaven’s rainfall. Naked, while dancingto sounds of griefbeckoning in a disused well,fading in a comfortable Hell. We kiss what cannot bedeserved, in thisgreat waterfall of life. We miss our old lives,wasted, in the numbness.Aren’t you aching? Aren’t you wantingFor union when…
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Lonely dancer, find your nestwith fruit still fresh.Love touches your breast,ceases our breath.Against all, we welcome death,facing views upon fragrant land,burning roses into hearts,stealing eyes into jewels. Walk among porcelain sand, cloud this night in mist,dashed upon lovelorn lips. We rain Heaven from a sunthat beats its furnace low.We tremble in naked vows,while faces sink…
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Both wishes.Love, within miles,these concealed smiles.We taste tears,have tasted fearsbeneath rose petals,where you lost. You lost your heartwithin the rapids. Unloved, you werewalking under stars.Water stays as all,as it remains our call.Foraged eyesbeneath soil, among toillives in our land. Both kisses.Upon a road,fading in our years,drowned in our tears.Unloved, as allsilences in our call. Buried…
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