Beauty
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I swear To hold the world up. Each tragedy shall fall at my command, Each bitter tear shall drop to never again be seen, Each angle shall turn into a beautiful curve Of your now broken flesh. I want to hold the mirror to your face For us both To notice a smile That does…
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“Sometimes the company of evil people, is better than the preference of loneliness.” – Naruto, Gaara of the Sand
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“I have given up all for her happiness. My wealth, my reputation, my dreams, my future, my mind… and then, my heart. She goes on alone, not even bothering to stop for love. Not even bothering to stop to aid the lone leaf upon the roadway, that quivers beneath the scorning sun. I am a…
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There are many who thrive upon the word “evidence” to support there being something of “existence”. When does something of non-existence, ever become something of existence, without belief? What does not exist, must require belief, for it to exist. It is not delusion, though is simple belief, because it is as loose as love is…
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Each person’s pride should be solely based on action. Each person’s humility should be solely based on what a person becomes. There is nothing so pitiful to look upon, than the lazy individual who wants what they believe to deserve, simply for existing. They have committed themselves to no action, thus not deserving of pride.…
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Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and adorned quilts, As decor falls from her legs, Of lace…
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A breath for a bird,To keep her wings afloat. A guide for a smile,To keep it going for the while. I need the prettiness of her aged beautyTo mimic the skies never to part,When I keep it together. I feel the worship of my hands, upon her skin.There is fire raised, from each touchTo forge…
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Seek my help Whenever you discover Hell In your own heart. Where there’s a bottom to it all, There is also a tunnel To where sounds originate, From cries to ecstatic sighs, And you’ll find your human self. I fold stems with no thorns About yourself, I write my name on your white flesh, Like…
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To all we are unfamiliar with, we offer to ourselves, adaption. To all we are familiar with, we offer to those things, acceptance. By following the road of adaption, humans are bound to themselves, surrounded by unfamiliar and alien things. To diversity and beyond, we create fear, because fear is the emotion that relates to…
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Alessio had retreated, departing from a beauty made for wandering eyes, and he is now questioning the moment. Beauty left a trail for him to follow, and he followed blindly. He followed, with eyes upon the back-end of her form, because he was unable to see anything for recognition’s sake. He dreamed of her that…
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Mental illness had sprouted from me, truly speaking, at the time I fell in love with the only woman I ever loved. I created this blog to write about every feeling I had with her, before our parting. It was only due to a specific medical condition that created our parting, as that condition would…
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She sawWith open gaze, upon her clothes battered in the risingSun of a new morn,The night of her dressingUp to seeThe funeral of a man she welcomed to beHer husband, to be a widow. Love, she did.And weep, she did, too.With eyes full of wetness,And limbs full of the tremblingLike leaves in Autumn. It was…
Modern Romanticism 