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ConcealedStain, upon the blank shore,Where your mouth was.A singular kissDrawn to the sand,Crawling to the land,Flown freeFrom unfolded hands. Simplest imageryOf unbroken symmetry.Symbols of languageBled from bandaged hearts.Sickness and disuseOf bodies severely limpingBackwards, on a ropeTo dual helpless faces. You can createThe sentencesFor our distant recollection,Placing eyes to the falling skies,Leaking sin from our pores.By…
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“Rejection is just one representation of division, out of either a disregard for how a person appears upon the surface, or by some remembrance to past experience. To reject, out of valid reason, would not be the ignorance between two people who reject each other for none. Out of no reason, that is, people reject…
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White summerWhere stillness engulfs the spiritOf a mother, with her eyesNailed to the lids,As a casketNails her form to the earth. Weeping was all the worldCould release,Of rain, silver in its puddlesFormed at the feetOf those who dulled their sorrowIn bleakest disbelief. The kindnessOutstretched, from armsThat yet trembled,Laid there, upon shouldersAs if waiting for waterTo…
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Able to hear the whispersBlown from kissesAcross a feeble lake,Full of your tears, you onceHeld in broken arms,Leaking contagionFrom your ruined heart. It is the love,Purely the loveSwallowed as the bitter wineWith the second tasteOf sweet remembrance. Compromised memoriesAs faint petals,Long broken from the stem,Carrying still the scentOf something entrancing. Unable to resignWith the signature…
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“Repetition is a cruel splash of the hardest hail upon our faces. Of life, where moments matter more than dreams. Of love, where sadness speaks more than the moments that indeed fade. For life, a person will always gain. For love, a person will always lose.” – Peter A.W. Wyatt
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Walking on soft tracksBack to the armsOf where you began.Eyes that look for lightIn the wings, still burning. To kiss your lifeBack into warmth,I will fold greater softnessUpon the hard edgesOf your mortality. Look to the infinite,There is not much to witnessOf the sun,When eyes turn away.I am here, when the clouds gather. Find your…
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“No wall is indomitable. To each inch that covers one, there might still be a crack, enough to shatter the entirety.” – Modern Romanticism Just as people might believe that age guarantees wisdom, it is the reverse. Wisdom guarantees age. As in, to apply wisdom, means survival is in the independent hands. To be wise,…
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“Of a mind’s system for memories, whether for old or newness to them, is always central when it comes to the notion of ‘moving on’. Though, the ‘freeze’ will remain upon the mind, while the affected person is still left within the past of one shattered winter.” – Modern Romanticism Memories cannot be made as…
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“Protection is a sign of preserving intelligence, while bodies can be dispensed. For what is the difference between two models of differing appearance, and two wounded men on the battlefield whose severity of injury is also differed?” – Modern Romanticism If intelligence can be saved, then we have no need for seeing difference of forms…
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Short Prose & An Example of a Blogger’s Life – 200 Words – “For your Love” – Romanticism – 2/19/2021
For what will transpire, I will breathe a thousand more words. Though, the one that is saved, is straight from the heart. While you were true, I merely lied half of the time to reach you. While you were real, only half of my heart stuck to this. Though, I could cry upon all the…
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“One does not save anything external, after the act of wrongdoing. After wrongdoing, the only one left to save is the self.” – Modern Romanticism If we are meant to repair all caused wrongs, having damaged what others trusted us to protect, then the last thing to save becomes the self. Ourselves, through redemption, are…
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