Depression
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“It is that pain of a monster, that urges their ongoing casting of shadows. Their light, when unearthed, burns a fierceness from buried beneath so much Hell. Love, the ultimate emotion, sees through Hell, sees beneath Hell, to comprehend the monster beyond the wounds. See their tears, comprehend their sorrows, for their lakes will be…
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“Men are never told by some unseen force, to never weep. It is in their personal motto, to never weep. For if they have heard the words, ‘Do not cry’ from another man, it has been easily recognized as right to listen to. Though, that is only because the man in turmoil has said such…
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It is initial, that one will be in the stage of denial, while anger will accompany it, soon after. One, in denial, is frustrated that the matter took place, that the loss took place, as such anger will spark tears. One lashes out, because acceptance is so far away from the current tension. In recent…
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Chapter One “From the eyes of an angel, the black one, there are no more wings to look at. It is even when the sun is out or the moon is full, that the light does not come to her. In the darkness, in her own, there is only the recognition of a sheer blackness…
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There was once a time when the poetry I wrote possessed much feeling. Now when I write them, the feelings only bleed out, rather than erupt like a geyser. I rarely feel the “chills” I usually get when listening to my favorite songs, nor do I cry like I used to. I enjoyed weeping when…
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As I’ll leave you on the edge You’ll bleed over me, your emotions and pledges. What did you first think of love My saved darling? Your bluest tears, Your reddest lips, Your palest face Doesn’t seem to lift from the sadness Where you drink it through. You swear to me, That life did not leave…
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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…
Modern Romanticism 