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“Treat that which is meant to be temporary as meant to be permanent, then one has merely offered their life upon a silver platter directly to their executioner. As life is temporary, then death will be permanent.” – Modern Romanticism All things so precious to the individual, are there to be treated as temporary. If…
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Blanket me. Warm me. Though, leave me. Keep me as you can see me. Though, leave me, as I am open. Hold me in the heart of your yearnings. There is wine sprinkled around, enough to be shed like blood. Do I look wounded, enough? Upon the surface, warmth is more the spots. The clouds…
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Echo. Echo out, and then, remain sad. We say to you, a little fog cannot blind those eyes. Hold your piercing scream to the wind, and then let us breathe of you. Allow ourselves. And then, we will dance to your tune. We will dream of what will sometimes never reach. Then, we will keep…
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She sweeps. She keeps. Her music, unfolded of ivory pages in her heart. Sheets written with notes, both curled and straight. Love is of a porcelain structure. Though, she burns the pages in her conceit. She burns the paper for what she leaves. A heart, left behind, finding no need, no cure to her endless…
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“Everything fleeting does not correspond to love. If we love, then we remember. It is through our memories that love never abandons, though only haunts, ourselves.” – Modern Romanticism “God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, love never abandons you. Unless one can voluntarily suffer amnesia, love does not leave. Love does not…
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“The basics, of food, water, and shelter are all that should be required to ‘care for yourself’.” – Modern Romanticism There is a sincere fault within people’s mind, as of the current setting to this world, that to believe one should care for oneself is the only requirement for extended life. In this belief, there…
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It is of no better placeTo surround yourself withDelicate nature, in the bindingOf what shall nurture,Shall cultivateThis beaming to your understandingTo your rejectionist self. Love has shown you a full vessel,While you have emptied itUpon the floorIn disarray.Love wept for you,As you merely laughedTowards the nightWhen lust shall hunger for you. Though,You weepOn your own,To…
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How much are you unable toCross your mind, in the admittance of?Brokenness, to each wingWhere even the skies have departedFrom your wasted self.Each eye,Each tormented whine,As all of your visionFades into time. Of sadnessWhere skin becomes frozenIn the heat of this inferno,While eyes begin to shed dustAs flapping butterfly wings. Walking into an echoTo bleed…
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Chapter One Foundations make the Draft I “To Creation’s Preliminary” To the notion of what develops life, as it raises from somewhere, is of meaning. Though, for meaning’s sake, there is nothing that represents this, of the past. As it is, no person progresses to death, though away from it. An individual escapes death, to…
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Here I am. Pick me up. Then, release me. Hold me, again, in arms, as you would to birth the sunrise. Of life given to life, I wish to be renewed. I wish to be mourned, as this tale towards my end shall leave certain pages marked. Of dots upon what I see to be…
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“Knowing the self, being a place of limitation, being then what a human is. A source of imperfection. Inclusiveness is, therefore, not the way to involve the everything or anything of the world.” – Modern Romanticism Inclusiveness resides upon the involvement of those who are said to not be respected for “who they are”. Yet,…
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Slowness to sobriety. Fill me up with the porcelain from your eyes, with the sentences that perspire upon the lids. Keep me afloat in your drunken state, in the arms that swim, while nails begin to dig. You let fall your fingers to pierce the wood of a coffin, while I am settled in the…
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