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Written with tragedyUpon felled daysWhere breaths burn upon sorry lipsThat whispered apologies to scarred ears.My love, you are as sweet as everything I could envisionOf doomsday’s arrival. There is music to play,And blood to boil.There are eyes to stay,And memories to play. There is life gone astray,And enormous portraits that waneUpon the pain in open…
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“Upon many occasions, I have observed that a perspective only ever holds a candle to itself. Of course, this is true, when we consider what a perspective is. But I believe a perspective can be taken seriously, almost as if it were a fact. At what point does a mere ‘perspective’ become proven to be…
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Hatred cannot come in the form of speech, because hatred reeks of action, while love reeks of satisfaction. We are not satisfied, when we act. We are satisfied, should we be in true love. And when we are in that true love, we do not act, because we are satisfied. Criticism, rather, is on the…
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Where does life mean to take you,Dear one?Your eyes have had too many tearsCrawl out,Like buds from a newly-grown shrub. Are we too much in debtWith our hearts? Love surely made us winners,Not sinners. Nothing has been feelingAs emptyAs where the sky had been adriftLike the ocean was flipped. Beautiful, as your eyes.Beautiful, as the…
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I have wishedThat this garden would tell me moreThan all I have ever thought was closeTo me.Just another kiss,Can I beg for it? Your stare shiftsUnder my gaze.Do I appear ominous?Am I holding the love you want? Nothing so close,Has been so close,As my closest disregard.My doubtIs a place,A garden of distance. Can I kissThe…
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My idle heart Will not start Without something of external Love, to close this part. The distance between your eyes and my own Has left me with fingers upon the heartstrings, As no sounds will ever play. I used to make music with you, Beloved one. Entrancement Once made me drowned in your exotic emotion,…
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“To face reality seems to be the singular way to approach a progressive nature. And yet, all we do is learn, and never solve. We never extinguish the problem at its source, though will continue to dissect and dissect. We never yearn to see the problem vanish, so long as there is something to plunder…
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I had lost you Afloat at sea, Where nothing but the drowning Could be breathed. I cannot lose you, again, When death will take you on blackened wings And claim to love you More than my own Temple of that swollen emotion. Love is a beacon, A frozen light In the dead of night. Why…
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There has been nothing to seeElse in my mind,But the doors that do not windBackwards in the wind.Love has played keys upon your nostrilsTo make you breathe,While strumming strings upon your tongueTo make you taste. Love has been the universeTo mount the stars on pedestals.Love has been the placement of platesUpon a table made for…
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What will believe Us to be The truest sorts of lovers And the crudest sorts of hoarders? Our hearts Seem to be Too big for our chests. Where is the lock? It was meant to stay in place, But the doors have opened, And we can see blood. What will fade From us? What will…
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See the red Beyond the path? Do not cross it, Or we will surely die. Each desire of ours Fades into the black, By the fire near the fallen hours. Alone with you, Hand held with destiny Upon frozen rocks, And discord that crafts locks To put upon our agile hearts. Each escape Into worlds…
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Please forget the past, Dear beauty. You’ve seen enough to be the future And the world’s bravest choice. Will you not die? I have loved you, like a man. I have served you, like a nothing To give you everything.
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