Beauty
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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…
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Everywhere I travelBrings the nighttime to peakUp towards the moon, where each gleam is shown. I’d love to, but cannotEver mean to kiss youBeneath the starlit skyWith wine in hand,Upon cheeks so bland,And lips crossed upon the sand. Where will you stayWhen I have gone faraway?Little dear, you tend to play with your fears. Laced…
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Allow me what you can Offer, to me For I have not aplenty To give back. There is pain that soaks my eyes, That stings both pupil and iris. I beg of you, Allow me something to rid it. The kiss or the rope, To love or to die, To breathe or to sigh, As…
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“It can indeed be well-known, according to a theory dealing with shadows, that a person of darkness, consumed in their evil, only ever casts their shadow longer when they no longer see light. All shadows are cast by light. This is a fact. Yet, were darkness to be all a person knows, then they are…
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Long since I’ve known you, To see the books upon the shelves in your mind, To know that you have no pages alike The women across the lane, The women across the meadow, Nor the women across the whole of Earth. You are no one’s equal, Drowned, as you are, in my current of endearing…
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Let me lay beside you Cold, in the rain While you shield me in your arms, Like a mother without a child. I feel like a man without power, Like a man without a smile, Like someone without the world to bring up, As you do. Little woman, with passion about yourself, Do not let…
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“As I lean closer to comprehending all of this, I discover more and more. It is then, upon when there is no more to learn, that I annihilate what I desire to be no more.” – Anonymous Love reveals itself on the side of the honest self, on the side of expression. Through art, one…
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“For an Atheist to say that the ‘existence’ of God is none, is the same thing to say of a human who looks upon a pauper, and ignores them. It is of the same mindset. For to ignore the existence of God, the existence of love, would be to ignore the one who is denied,…
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The face of denial will always be the face of Death. How do we prove the existence of God? By believing in the non-existence of God, and that is how. Love, in the form of the highest emotion, the most eternal emotion, extinguishes fear, extinguishes the fear of Death. Because of love, humans are heroic.…
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The pallid man sat upon the lonely rocks, counting the stars in the sky to attempt to imagine them as the object he held. A tulip, with the fewest petals still intact. One of them, plucked from his backyard and held close to his face, to breathe the scent of it. He imagined his wife…
