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“Could one choose between honesty or deception to play a role in one’s friendship life? Why not choose honesty? Perhaps if one despises intellectualism, is their alternative to be an idiot? Of course. Then, the answer should be as obvious as to live or to die. If one rejects individualism, then their only other option…
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“To ‘discuss race’ would be equivalent to ‘discussing the cover of a book’ before the book is even read. For who does such things, if not to be afraid of knowing the book’s contents? It’s the same example as stalling to meet someone, for fear of either being exposed or knowing something one does not…
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All tears come shatteringTo the pale mirror,Showing a dire reflectionOf something caught aflame.Was it between your legs,Or in your mouth?Was he ever in your arms,Or caught in your hair? Your beautyIs rain.A showerOf small fragments.You have become dividedUnder the notesUpon a piano, reciting the hymn,The requiem of torment. You have shattered the strings,Hanging by a…
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Worry your bitter tearsAway from this winter,As Spring shows its green head,To my eyes, in red petals,To your eyes, in thorns. You run your hand along the stem,Sharpening your sadnessWhen your palm goes to meet your gazeStaring with such futile remorse.You bleed this winter through. The biting pain,The graven cold,The silencing shame,The somber moldOf your…
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Always,AlwaysOne moment to the next,Of one discontent to anotherBringing back such crueltyWe had designed for the past,Not for our steps, ahead. We seem to be,Seem to beDrunks, for sadness.Life grows cruelty,HardshipUpon the sharpest thorns,Upon the makeshift births. Nothing is natural,Ever naturalAbout this viewWe have not made,Though the world conjures upAs the wavesFor us to swim.…
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Wipe your eyes cleanNot belonging to the presence of pain.You are a sorry sightWith stillness to each shallow breathThat comes upA throat as hollow as a whisperYou make, as you shudderUpon the fright of your night. Let your eyes raise upBlue iris for blue sky.The windswept tears need to make itAway from thee, and over…
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My love, never dissolved,My pain, never absolved.It drives me onIn this stormy seaOn a vessel of tomorrowWhere I drown the fishes that rise up,Upon the land. As the waters catch the sun’s mournful rays,Nothing evaporatesIn the tide.Nothing upon my hands,By the red that covers the sandsMakes movement to recede to the air.I am, in my…
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Move you,Soothe youTo the coming stormsWhere we shall frolic,Instead of whimper. We are made for might,Not for fright.Your bed of fleshIs my pillow.My arms shall be your havenOf protection. Guide you,Survive youTo the weakness of a moment.You hold garments on silken white skinNeeding not to remain. I lift what has been clouded by fog.I dream…
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Sunder all with eyes of sadness,As your cup is drunk from, to its bottom.I love your loose eyes,Draining what tears you have left, for hope.I love your parted lips,Motioning whispers of escaping pasts. Gallop your horses,Make them walk.Make yourself the woman with a nested crownAbove your temples, above your head.You caress all your life with…
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Originally posted on Modern Romanticism: You no longer need to weep When love is there to seep. Modern Romanticism Bless yourself, Woman of the deep Of me. Your face has raindrops Suitable for consumption. Your aroma is taxing To my strength. I falter, I weaken Before your might. There is seduction in every word That…
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She entertains to the sight of this mirror, leaning against this room’s furthest corner. Upon her blankets to a twin bed, ruffled as they are to the outcome of a night’s soaring passion, she swims through the waves of them to partake for a closer look. She is adorable to her nature, agleam to her…
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Bloody offspring Of mine, on the lakes Of debris, Call your nightmare Your chapter, Onwards to conclusion. Let your roar be for the moon’s own tears, Escaping your dreams, running from fears. Force sympathy apart, Wrench the compassion from stones, For you have licked ivory. You see the towers, You see the lighthouse, You see…
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