Emotional
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“Christianity is the only religion able to say that their god represents love. Any other religion in the world claiming that their god represents love, would turn love against its definition. Something that unifies, that is love, so a god to represent love can only be something that represents oneness. It is not to say
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Love is a judgement, pointed at imperfection. It is because if God is a being believed to be perfect in His essence, then it is love that is the emotion for humans to feel, to draw a flawed person into perfection. We say over again to others to “never judge” another on their imperfections. Yet,
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Not everything is a process, because not everything is predictable in terms of its steps. Grief, for one, is not a process. It is because grief is the most unpredictable reaction to trauma. Are we, in our scientific age, in the desire to control something so uncontrollable as human emotions? That could be our calling,
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Love is that emotion that threads the universe to the stars. He walks with the gait of someone who comprehends something that another wouldn’t. Love that is left not felt, is what he gathers in arms so heavy. Truly the treasured emotion he finds to be comforting, can always ease the darkness in anyone, as
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And, it is Alessio’s eyes that have caught the sight, again. He feeds a string to her gaze, of a woman recognized for much attraction. Bold in her shape, and gentle in her step. Yet, it is as if no one else, besides Alessio, has noticed her. Again with the pink band about her waist,
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There are days to sayThat the world can go away,Leaving us from its dismay.We twist stems from the shortest tulipsAdorning the cotton fields.We twist ourselves, the stemsAnd bury ourselves in arms. Close as the world is awayFrom us, in its utter dismay.I am the blood, craving a coldness,While you are the Hell craving a true
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Let me smile Just for a while. I feel you weeping In the newest night Where the keenest fright Has washed us both of our right To feel content, within our light. Why do we cry? Why shed tears, as birds Made to float or fly As droplets glide Down to people’s cheeks That are
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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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I have forgotten what it meant for her to stay alive. I have forgotten what it meant for her to keep trying. Love was once the ground for her to walk upon, though it has collapsed beneath herself. She bleeds tears to create the roses, with dew to drop off petals into the ground. Pain
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My eyes turn towards where you sail,And, also swim.My eyes turn towards where you screamOn a subtle whim. You ride the currents above my stare,Because that is where my loathing has its bathing.You row oars across the sadness,Beneath the starry nightOf our mourning.You have chosen the straw closest to my heart,That was also the shortest.
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From my mouth, bellows howlsTo the moon, from the wretchedness I have become. From my eyes, there come steamAfter many long night in woeful screams. From my eyes, there soars the skiesAnd the creatures that sail upon my backDrink me, the martyr,The one who died for another.She lays floatingUpon a lake, with lifelessness to every
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Father, will you allow me one tragedy?Blessed by your missing love,I have been able to offer from meTo the woman of my destinyOne vow, spoken with trembling lipsAnd a heart that skipsBeats, in the stillness of new fallen sun-rays. Life did not hold me under its nose,Nor under its thumbEnough to belong to the stone.
Modern Romanticism 