Life
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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.…
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Where shall I dump my painIf it is from a cloud? Where shall I dump the current loadIf it only sails upstream? The clouds war with the groundAnd bless the daylight with their grief.Just as God would like to have made Man a perfect imageOf His reflection.Life is too crude,Too undoneOf knots meant to hold…
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All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further. Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will…
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Send intoMe, when you’ll come to bleedThe song of a mocking siren.Kisses are the texture of velvet upon your mouth,While dreams lay wasted in fields that do not want to runAmok with the seedsFor new beginnings. Life has been a cruel displayOf utter dismay. My desires flee from my parted lips,Like sighs from one burthened…
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Only when I weepDo I feel tears that truly stickTo cheeks made of the same pallidityAs the stones above your grave. Cry more, will I?To the open winds, that scream back the same verseI jot down, upon paper of some pale oceanThat feels my fallen tears. I have loved with a heart that would not…
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The society of self-love has been a concerning topic for me for a while, seeing that people who’ve been betrayed turn to themselves. What is the meaning behind self-love? Does it mean that love has a way to redirect itself upon the self? When love is given, is it thrown back? When love is thrown…
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I cast asideWhere I have walked,Where the priests once talked,When they had looked over my shoulder,At the failure surrounding me.My lonely road,Has been a cold one. I say farewell,To a man who stood frozenBy a streamMade from his own tears. I whisper goodbyeTo the Hell I have forged from lies.Because, here I am,Ready to become…
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Look behind me,Or look away,For it does not matterWhich direction you choose.I matter less to a worldThat cannot loseIts mask. Stuck staresAnd reeking unawares.Life has a thousand souls apart,And I view it allWith bent back and shielding hands.There is nothing for me in this landBut the broken limbs of survivors. Place me upon the lake,Would…
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“Upon many occasions, I have observed that a perspective only ever holds a candle to itself. Of course, this is true, when we consider what a perspective is. But I believe a perspective can be taken seriously, almost as if it were a fact. At what point does a mere ‘perspective’ become proven to be…
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When life holds together Broken hands and broken fingers, The connection of pain. From the open mouths of crying widows, To the sung and sorrowful dirges Of impoverished children, Still can the brokenness find a path To a certain world, Where futures find shelter. To rise, Means to ride The open waves that crest, But…
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“Meaning holds light. Meaning has no residence in darkness. This would mean that meaning holds its definition in purpose. When relating purpose to the word ‘should’, meaning would state that we ‘should find purpose in the future’. However, most people will comprehend their future as dark and uncertain, and thus, they turn to their past.…
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“It should be known by the doers of it, that human advancement is a sure sign to ‘live forever’, and steer far from death. For to continue advancement, to continue progress, is then to not desire death. Though, where do we get ourselves, when we no longer fear the perishing of ourselves in ashes? When…
Modern Romanticism 