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“The reason for possibility to be viewed as impossibility, is the same reason as one is indeed they who turned their back on who they love. One cannot say that to strive for who they love is impossible, when possibility is still within reach. To discover the possibility for a better outcome, is to have…
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Will you loveTo remain stillIn this eclipsing moment?You are beneath the moon, now,To spot a conscienceDeep within the buried sun. I kiss,I hold,As all I wantIs you.A deeply-buried regretFunnels my breaths,As I sleep with my angel,While I battle my devil. He,As meIs clogged beneath blankets,Sends me forewarningsTo the burning church.Love loses memoryWhen we wish to…
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Wet your lips,Dear one,I am about to drown in your blueStardom.Divine one,I am here to caress your wings,I am here to open youTo humming breaths. Sweeten your dreams,In your sleep.You live in the hollowness of a playing world,Stealing stones for the fallen boughs,To break the words.You liftBricks to make your fortress,While I aim to kissIn…
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Justice lingers in roomsToo dark to see.Love lays in the light,Brightened by the moon.The sun cannot igniteWhat is unable to strive,What is unable to moveIn the movement of too many. I grant my love,Her finger,Her small section of fleshA mere vow. Dishonor drenchesThe moon, without its covers.Who conceals the moon?Who conceals sorrow? Love plays with…
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I gain youAsI gain land.I gainThe soilIn my solid hand.I stir the wasteful bitsOf one leader’s fleshThat was written thereOf his nameIn where I stepped,Then stepped, again. The soldier romances the war,While the tulip’s petalsDance with his tears.All dropletsAre from a fallen storm.GriefUn-endsTerrible unisonTo them. Lies are placed on the crown,Still as truth.Truth is placed…
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Poem Collection – 1/10 – On “WHILE THE WORLD SHEDS ITS SKIN” – “Loving in the Fire” – Romance Poetry
Lids wide,Lips pressed,Mouth unleashingThe fogged sigh.You are the last thingFor the world to wed.Our flame is so small,To their grieving eyes.Their arms, burnedBy the skin of sympathy. Lips wide,Lips guessed.Lips thickBy the many to receive them,By the clogs of vesselsUpon oceans of an undercurrentThat faces the smogOf a burning torch.Their anger sends white through the…
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This tale depicts a mentally ill convict, who represents the anti-hero, who cannot help but to feel immediate regret for the disgrace he has placed upon his wife and daughter. For the certain mistake and crime he made, he has been placed in prison for 10 years. At the beginning of “No Love Barred”, the…
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“There are many who utter the line, ‘This receives too much hate’, when the sentence should read as, ‘This receives too much criticism’. For true hatred cannot be ‘too much’, as it just is, by itself, a destroyer. Hatred is a purpose in one’s life. Hatred is never ‘too much’, anymore than love is too…
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My love,How could I departFrom the wind that sets my sailsTo glide?How could I withdrawFrom the openness to a moving seaThat guides me to your lightIn this storm?How would I notSee your eyes among the mist?I will drown in your fathomable kiss,Drinking the greatest momentsEver to relate to the fashion of bliss. My eyesOpen to…
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“All love builds the unison that forms a collective of oneness, though only between individuals. It should be said that a person who wields ‘protective instincts’ for each breathing loved one, does so out of that oneness. Instinct relates to the choice of personal aid. Love, itself, voids reason, voids escape, of its responsible enactment.…
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“The moron who states that prejudice is a simple dislike, is same in the belief that soldiers warring with one another, from nation to nation, simply ‘dislike’ one another. How could a soldier simply dislike his enemy, over fearing them? Fear is a refinement tool. It tempers any individual to comprehend certain wisdom. Whether to…
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“When prejudice is believed to never be a fear, it becomes a one-sided standpoint on who can possibly take a form of it. When prejudice is believed to be a fear, equality is soon promoted in the belief that all sides, when prejudiced, feel the same thing. For when emotion can be realized, in terms…
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