20 Feb 2021.Reading time 3 minutes.
“No wall is indomitable. To each inch that covers one, there might still be a crack, enough to shatter the entirety.” – Modern Romanticism Just as people might believe that age guarantees wisdom, it is the reverse. Wisdom guarantees age. As in, to apply wisdom, means survival is in the independent hands. To be wise, […]
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6 Dec 2020.Reading time 4 minutes.
“Never believe it is a choice to weep, for when a man does, he is no longer protecting himself. A choice to weep, would directly relate to force. When does a man force tears, other than to lie? When does a man cry so naturally before a woman, other than to be truthful?” – Modern […]
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19 Sep 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.
“Some of us are unafraid to stand, while others are afraid to cry.” – Modern Romanticism
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18 Aug 2020.Reading time 1 minute.
“It is out of love that we weep not solely for misery, not solely for joy. These are tears that do not stain us, nor are they ones that we can easily forget. They are tears to merely remind us. Of what? Of what we are, truly at the center of ourselves. Loving ones. We […]
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14 Jul 2019.Reading time 1 minute.
As my arms extend outwards,To reach for what I had lost,There’s only the air,And only a strand of hair,To embrace,I have touched the edge of a bed. I have made my home a nest,Of emptiness.I have become one withLoneliness and grief.It is because of an agony,One with so much melody,Within her gruesome cries,To my eyes. […]
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13 Jul 2019.Reading time 1 minute.
She’s not in danger,Not beneath me, the ruler to herNaked empire; of boats upon smooth silk,Of a navy that is swept in maddening windsThat speak in coldness of words.Whispers that threaten and attemptTo subdue that which I desire.They are voices from a different place. She’s not in danger,She, the woman whom I seek to gain,As […]
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1 Jun 2019.Reading time 1 minute.
I cry often,When I think of thy prettiness.The emptiness of my facade,When tears fall in short streams,To be caught at the chinThat is where I swallow my words. I choke back the emotions,The loss to which I feel open.I weep for about a minute,And loosen my tears to the open.I see swallows and pigeons alike,Both […]
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