Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
“Telling a story, especially of another person’s life, is always fiction. It is when that story has been written for togetherness’s sake. When truth is not told, in that story, the deception in its stead will bring unity if only as a short-term distraction. A fiction tale is something that never occurred, and the more […]
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“No one can regret to love. Because, to love wasn’t a choice. When we look back upon the first time we held a hand, can we analyze the circumstance? Can we ever come a conclusion or reason for that moment? Or is that merely us doubting what is has grown into something spectacular?” – Modern […]
Read More“Not in the moment, though in the past. A direction is the same as a reflection into something indiscernible and blurred, though made comprehensive and clear when drawn for the future.” – Modern Romanticism There is never something so beautiful as what a person can forgive. Then, each angle is not so much needed to […]
Read More“Art, the past. Art, the memory. Love, the art, because art cannot be forgotten. That art will bring the memories, painful and despairing, a deserved soft peace. Led into comfort, through art. Led into Heaven, through art. Art is eternal, because a memory cannot be forgotten. No, it can only be accepted. What changes the […]
Read More“There are no fires that burn so strongly as within the furnace of love that warms hands that are cold even in the morning. There are no other pair of eyes that remain with their presence, their ungulfing stare, as those loving ones that drown what they view. Let love capture you, let love swarm […]
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“Life can be simplified down to the two extremes to follow, if there’s no notion of balance. To be brought towards excess, or to be content to the oneness of truth. To fade into the realm of pleasure, or to comprehend that with truth there could be no discontent without something similar to infidelity.” – […]
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“No human, the doll, the tinkered instrument meant to snap either of strings to physical realness or of blinding gullibility, will perpetually be the case. All humans, the sponge, the tank flooded within that will break no matter the toughness of exterior. There is no skin the metal, nor face the mask that can guard […]
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“The cycle of vengeance goes as such: playing catch with a ball that is hurled to the other, in the full expectation that it will be thrown back. Without smiles nor the friendly chatter, the tosses back and forth break the bones and burst the vessels of the other’s soul. Neither are stronger than the […]
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“There is much that bleeds, within. Beyond the shield that stops us, beyond the preference we hold to be different Bibles, there is a light that warms us with the same understanding of reality.” – Modern Romanticism Sameness. It is a word that understands the earth, beneath the layers, beneath the cloak. Beneath what guards, […]
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“It is always through the recognition of what is vulnerable, for what can easily be stripped free from our awareness, that makes a person take nothing of its preciousness for granted.” – Modern Romanticism “Nothing in life is free,” as such is the clear saying from those who have lost, nearly lost, or have kept […]
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“Displace yourself from what the skies know, to all your arms have carried. You know, in your heart, the human nature that demands to keep carrying. Beneath the Heavens, and we catch the rain.” – Modern Romanticism Love is, what humans aren’t. A divine element of the universe, unable to be totally fathomed by the […]
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“All arrogance behind human nature is where we find ourselves not as imperfect, beautiful creatures, and here willing to forsake what makes us ephemeral, in the vain desire to be more.” – Modern Romanticism It is in the aspect of knowing oneself, that to comprehend the self is to realize where one is limited, that […]
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