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The soldier twists a limb,All seasons end on a whim,Never a day for a fallen petalToo soon for a fallen leaf. The perfection of loveResides in completion.A strategyOf chaotic logic.A straight lineWith curves of arms that wrapAround that which remains standing. A life,A rising orchid,A capturing of stillness,Of captivationIn beauty’s remembrance.A faceThat does not disperse.…
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“To make a choice, is to want control. In love, however, everyone is a victim.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Freedom is in excess, when we have forgotten our duty, as adults, to witness and supervise over lesser people so they may rise beyond where they will inevitably be stagnated.” – Modern Romanticism Children. Childish adults. These sorts are not meant to have opinions, viewpoints, perspectives… or whatever other synonym there is available. It may…
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When will you walkWithout the hard strokeOf your aching feet?You impatientWoman, with too many blocksTo wields in arms, meant toCarry something far more soft.You stumbleOn iron.You dream of empiresYou cannot even kiss. Why do you implore overDisaster?Why do you wish for meTo step aside,That you might constructAnother Hell? I love all waking momentsOf your eyesAgainst…
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“If to love, to help, to be empathic/empathetic means to be a liberal, then politics would only endanger such heartfelt sorts. No politician comprehends the meaning of empathy, when their task is to speak to an audience, not an individual. For as the individual would have a heart, then the audience would have a color.…
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Only the heartCan cart you back to sunriseWhile the love is eclipsed,ShelteredBy the bones from a smelter,MeltedInto a white next to black. My canvas for this grief,Running like the pale oceanOut of my eyes.Sentences I conjureLeave winds to stir. Her eyes show the heartache,Manifesting on blue shallows.My place is designed in her,The flu, my cure,My…
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I throw shadows,Comforting darknessTo smother the blaze,The heated nature of love. I am a funeral apartFrom a wedding.The castration of my youthHas left me unendingIn tears to falter well-beingBy my burning cheeks. She shadows my leaves,By clouds that depart rain.She holds her hands upon her throatTo seize the world, to sink the ropeDown to the…
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“Improvement has sat, like the building on its foundation. It is, until change came along like a hurricane to tear it down.” – Modern Romanticism Change is very much like the wind, not ever directional in its motions. It curves, this “change”, and does not ever move across a straight line. There are those who…
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“Without birth, there is no life. Without death, there is only stasis.” – Runil (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)
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Waters swerve,Arrows curve.The sideways attitude of destiny,The filtered agonyOf a final woe. She crashedUpon a shrub of thorns.She bledWithout stopping.She criedWithout seeing.She sleptWithout knowingI was near to hold her hand. A blue skyTurned blackAs the night without stars.I will not pick a one.I will not have another one. The infinity, nowIs just a remorse,An entanglement…
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Incessant stalkingOfThe romanceWhere dwellsA petulance,A lacking relationBetween that of pitiful me,To encapsulated you. Walk with the waters,I’ll do.For once I spoke aloud the vowsBefore the altar of white.You were dressed in dashing ivoryTo accompany the sun,SplashingRadiance on decadent cheeks. I wiltBefore you.AlwaysOn knees, to pleadFor the oncoming forgivenessIn your tear-stained sight. The climbTo see the…
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“It is never planned to fall in love. One either does, or doesn’t. One stumbles in the dark, before love is fallen into, like walking off a cliff. Love happens on accident, not by choice. It occurs, because our distractions have been turned to focus. Are we distracted by our love? If not, we are…
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