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“Beauty is only ever seen in the eyes of the beholder, when it can be seen, and not cause the witness to look away.” – Modern Romanticism A man has a Y chromosome, for the reason beauty is not meant to be ugliness. Beauty objectively attracts. It does not repel. A man’s Y chromosome refers…
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“Deception is the only tactic of those who yearn to prolong suffering, over simply ending it.” – Modern Romanticism The responsibility of a person comes first into question, upon the witnessing of an incident. For if one saw that their own house was burned down, would they blame the simmering fires, the few trailing sparks,…
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Trace your ground,Smother that soundOf years that belong to yesterday.There is too much at stakeFor you to break. I wed, through the sonnet,Your fabled face,In its truest grace.I speak syllables that matter mostTo the epitome of what is close. The gates surroundUs,Where we walk beyond the shore.We get undressedTo the rain, that stains our forehead.…
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Under scarred landscapesOf greatest heartbreaks,I quiver,As I shiver.The love I left upon the dirt,Grows with thorns, replacing hurt.The dust that settles in the sky,Was lifted from below, to sorrow’s goodbye. I lose what I kept inside,I give all I felt was mineTo the blue pieces of a Neptune showerIn oceans that leave me to cower.…
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How may I seeThrough the lens of a broken cameraShe is to beViewed from each sideWith admiration,Upon adoration.My eyesSurface to the edgeCounting falling dropletsFrom ducts that never erasedMemories from the lakes. Why despiseWhat I can love,Forever-more?Her beauty is captured in stillness,Too still. Death leaks overboardMy arms that held upon quivering movement.I let her dropFrom my…
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How long can we lastIn truly loving contrast?Beauty enshrines the worst defeatLeft laying in the cruelest sleep.I am enthroned upon the seat of God,Where dreams are stagnant in dark caress. Your face smilesWith gleam for show.I falter in sadness,Dancing low. Love is the open woundOf vein receiving thorn,Of vein receiving syringe,Of vein receiving the glass.…
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This entire blog is dedicated towards my only true love I’ve ever had. 1,000+ poems are written in her name. She was the only thing that ever counted towards me being “complete”. When the love left my heart, I grew mad. Mad… as in, I grew insane. This was no ordinary break-up. It was like…
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“To responsibility. To choice. There cannot be both, at the same time. For when we state that we must do something, say at the care of something, we always say the words, ‘I have little choice.’ For it means that, we are not able to choose, upon when we do objective right. We confuse choice…
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What comes down, what comes downTo the town, to the town.She rode horses, their backs unguarded.She drove fires, her eyes, they sputtered.She connected back to song,Back to Heaven’s fields, so long. I grew grief from velvet thorns,Hardened in my palms so tornBy the silk of her breathless formThat takes to a world of tears, forlorn.…
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Currents befall the stark wildernessChanging seasons in felled loneliness.I grew my pledge from a covered thornDrew my knife in fields so worn. The slaughter I suffered in kinshipMakes sadness remember in friendship.Love lies on lakes that hurlThe giants to the bested pearl. She knew my mockery to be plenty,With roses that grew so empty.Lore fixated…
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He has done no goodUpon the day of your arrivalTo his wretched arms. Your sadness,Your criesShould remove the cloak of coldness. Release yourselfFrom his grasp.Tear yourself, from his clasp. Remember me,When the sun risesOver the shore’s sparkling currentBleeding in from beneath. Remember the wordsI have offered you,When death stalks,To make you insecure.
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You once grew currents,To be let free from despondent eyes.You once cried in aghast tantrums,Losing your sanity with each surmise.You once faded into memories of men,Who had treated you poorly. Poor thing,Welcome upThis new evening,For I have set a bird upon your shoulderThat chirps for the newest morn.You have felt somber, in the need to…