Life
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Such skin, Drenched in porcelain sweat. Porcelain in show, And lifeless as snow. A fever had accompanied thee, And lifted you away from me. I have taken away the sheet, To see the woman I once kissed, Before death came to grasp The pieces from me, The soul from me, The heart from me. Such…
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What resides in the eye?It is first the whiteness, or the emptiness,It is next the universe, or the cycle,It is finally the blackness, in the center. For everything more than the knowledge we seek,Everything more than the creations we build,Is no more than a nothingness, when we recedeBack to the canvas. What of the darkness,…
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“If the human form can exist for more than 3 weeks without food, what with Gandhi starving himself for 21 days, then it is water that the human form needs more than physical sustenance. To compare all of this to metaphorical attributes, the ‘food’ represents the the physical, while the ‘water’ represents the half-way between…
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Love is the most logical of things upon this Earth, and yet, its representation, of oneness, or God, has no understanding by science. That is because love represents the mind, while science gains by way of the form. Science cannot ever have the ability to comprehend the mind and its functions, because its most logical…
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“There are those who will state that Traditions must be banished, because they ‘impede the road to progress’. There is something about ‘destroying traditions’ that many don’t realize what effects they will create. If a society holds traditions that uphold the meanings of love and truth, family and union, then any attempt to destroy those…
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“It is a common saying that when we focus on the past, we stop focusing on the future. To obsess over our past, is to obsess over fear, for even if what was in the past was pleasant, it is strange to everyone else. Even if it is not strange to the individual, it is…
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“To protect those who are hurting; no, to protect those who have once experienced hurt; no, to protect those who have yet to be hurt further, and that is what is meant to be done, being the final way. See the suffering? See it clear, with your own eyes? Do you cry for it? Do…
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She walksWith a frozen movement,For upon the face of facesThere is astonishmentFor what is above her.A little round capOrange in hue,And shaded only by the coming evening. She roams, with a piercing stepTo the snow beneath her folded handsThat each sway past her side. And, within that cap,A long feather pokes outLike a remaining twig…
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Winter is my wisdom,My horror and my way.Little kisses are there to land, themselvesUpon your long and gifted neck,That I admire to its porcelain texture.I am enamored by you, and all the despair you throw out,To your naked feet.Beautiful creature of all my savage wisdom,I will kiss you, until the end of every new tomorrow.…
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Sometimes, when the scar has seemed to heal,I reject its process to heal,By a singular motion of my right and dominant handTo tear it open,And release the tides upon my feet.I breathe the scent of iron,Soon as emotion is revealed, once again. I wanted to forget,And I wanted to forgive you,And yet, my strength had…
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I thirst for the momentWhen I can peel back the skin from my tongue,And see,Only what I could not reach forward forIn the dimming haze of this winter forest,But only what I had tasted,Being the rain of different droplets,From different places on this Earth. Death and denial,Have an eternal place,A marriage in Hell,A hand waving…
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His eyes are always weeping;His hands are always trembling;His mind is always fearful,Without her light,Without her warmth. “Love has fled,”Said the man, who bledTears, upon his knees, held closeTo his barren chest.A face of a withered personality. A man poisoned into dust,A man without the nerve to raiseHimself, from where he resides,Beneath a curtain,To keep…
Modern Romanticism 