Anxiety
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I will nowLick the tears away from those sorry cheeks,Nothing has looked so worn and bleak,Miserable beauty. Please allow meTo crown thee,To wed thee,If not of the ceremony, then of the forgivenessThat pools beneath our feet. I have loathed youFor no reason at all.I admire my guiltPerhaps more than I loved you. Your eyes glistenBeneath…
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No longer shed the tears,No longer shed the struggle.You collapse on knees as old as the stones behind you,That you drag.Though, your nakednessHas been something to kissFor beauty’s sake. Life has stepping stones,Not weights for shoulders. Love searches for paths in bones,Calling a ring up to ears that sting. Once I saw you undressed near…
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Wrap me in whatever you can lend me For I have brought death to my scenery. I do not wish to be kissed by the moon, Nor the feathers of ravens. Though, this pillow beneath my head Seems to be filled with blackness. Don’t you want to hold me? Don’t you want to lift me…
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Why so frail above me,God of my mercy?I have loved life with a smile of unendingAnd loving applauseTo the petals that surrounded meAll of my years. Now that pain has grasped my lungs,With loneliness to my heartThere stirsIn my bowelsAll the acids of pain,As my heart with loneliness, becomes strained. “Do not give in,”As I…
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Life has giftsOf dying oldGiven unto the youngWho treasure what is hungAbove in the sky, where tears fall loosely. Your eyes sungWith higher choirsThan ever did your mouth, breathing out your screamsTo my open ears,My open arms. Life is a peddled roadFull of moments, stolenAway from where cliffs offer the racing childrenWho shall not become…
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My eyes turn towards where you sail,And, also swim.My eyes turn towards where you screamOn a subtle whim. You ride the currents above my stare,Because that is where my loathing has its bathing.You row oars across the sadness,Beneath the starry nightOf our mourning.You have chosen the straw closest to my heart,That was also the shortest.…
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From my mouth, bellows howlsTo the moon, from the wretchedness I have become. From my eyes, there come steamAfter many long night in woeful screams. From my eyes, there soars the skiesAnd the creatures that sail upon my backDrink me, the martyr,The one who died for another.She lays floatingUpon a lake, with lifelessness to every…
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She flew about the room with as much grace as could the swan find its course through the beaten river. For her eyes were laced with as much sadness and pity for herself, like a cat that had been extracted of its claws. She could not fight against the pushing tide of pain, coming to…
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Look behind me,Or look away,For it does not matterWhich direction you choose.I matter less to a worldThat cannot loseIts mask. Stuck staresAnd reeking unawares.Life has a thousand souls apart,And I view it allWith bent back and shielding hands.There is nothing for me in this landBut the broken limbs of survivors. Place me upon the lake,Would…
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“Marriage is meant for sex, not sex is meant for marriage. Why does a man doubt his decision to propose? It might be for the reason that all his secrets, among the woman’s secrets, have already been shared, through they sex they’ve already been having. Sex is revealing. Though, more-so than flesh, it is revealing…
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“The responsibility of leadership is not meant to lead a populace to panic. Chaos merely spreads the contagion, for that true contagion is fear. What is not controlled, becomes uncontrolled, and everything uncontrolled is like a dark smear going across the face of a white canvas. It travels and travels, because panic is just that.…
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“For art to grow and prosper, it must be treated as any other life upon Earth. We are creations of other creations, are we not? Therefore, if art is merely ‘anything’, then it is ‘nothing’, referring the creators of this art to be those to keep people in their poverty. They dislike when anyone rises…
Modern Romanticism 