Love
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Forceful ignitionstirred one side of this universe,flaring everything in red -as red as what’s deadof words, on her lips.Having turned this keyto spark life into eternity.I stepped into a puddle,carving ripples into constancypledging to what floats on,in brittle symmetry.Having consumed a remedyof light for an encircled mass,as I am holding onto ropebound around a broken…
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I chose this.I felt it form tethers,attaching meto its beating heart,because I had nowhereto belong. I had nothingbut this veil of present fear. It disguises what’s behind,keeping mysteriesgoing forward.I let this circle be drawnto trap what’s meant tofaint and collapse. I let this absence be heardthrough cries from a jungle,one that redraws a scar.I chose…
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Stagnated until an endingof a pain, left without mending.I chose to partakein unfiltered tragedy,disallowing weather to breakwhen raindrops came loose.I chose to fertilizesceneries that antagonize,finding that a whirlwindhad been safer than a remedy.But who knewwhen light would blossom,from clouds that shrouda radiant garden?Heaven’s gloryreveals a different story.In closure’s company,I am building a worldthat needs no…
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“Claiming to have done the right thing for someone else had to have been without choice involved. In love, we feel called to do what’s correct. Perhaps not correct or even rational for a hundred or more observers to our actions, though to us, it’s the most rational and logical to acts to do what…
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Old statue,blatant figurine,with thinly weaved beauty.Who will you be,after waiting for meto etch another markinto your shapeof delicacy?Standing there,shedding sweet tearsfrom a hollowed-out stare.I have been broken,without a faintest regardfor what comes next.Just a doll,as a mementofor a man,who took a fall.A plunge, without breathheld for a hundred waves,upon a monochrome ocean.I am tossing tears,no…
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“Love can trap. Love can smother. Even when we are outside the presence of whomever we devoted ourselves to, we are remembering them. Even when we are avoiding it, we might come to remember it. We are recalling love, during grief, being the days when we don’t want to love.” – Modern Romanticism While in…
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Find me, upon doomsday,when torches burn out.Whisper to me,when faces are unlit.I will be ableto rewrite this fable,to become capableof leading us throughall that we could not.I am removingtear from silver tear,away from this brittle face.If you are standing here,it must mean you knowwhy I feel fear.I am seeing those buildingsignited like candles,like lighthouses in…
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I leave a lingering tearto paint that scene,upon a single smear.We are tragic,trailing these yearsin letters, going grayunder overlapping waves.We’ve written promiseson board a vessel,full with collected salvage,formless debris,taken from beneath.We’ve discovered our ruinsfrom somewhere below.It was there, when we werekissing with flames in tow.Hemorrhaging our hearts,leaving our blood to floatabove where eternity would start,without…
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I’ve cried, while wavingburning white flags,deciding in the morningthat this place had beenperfect, for me toexpress to you.I’ve been down, upon thesebroken hands and knees.I have kept goingto find you at those crossroads,but you look uncertain,as if I’ve missed something.Just to love you,I’ll bring backthose stars, from thatprevious settling night.If that means toattract you back,I’ll…
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A shelf full of selfishness,of memories that enclosefor their stagnancy.I have followed up,as everything stands down,when it’s been used up.A room that’s embeddedin lingering contemplation.Knowing an endingto be an ultimate roadblock,bereaves me into leaving mewith endless awareness.Drying up these eyes,letting sadness be engrainedfor a distinguished disguise.What forces me into recognizingwhat’s coming at its approach?What faces…
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Being favored,until bitternessbecomes that flavor.We are angels,burned in each other’sweighted arms.We are cruel, when we arealways pledging foreverinto another raging war.This mind will rewindour sunset back into sunrise,with nothing but that moonblocking our escape,our entrance, back intocaptivation and bliss.A repercussionreprimanding what we were,under petals of wilting flowers.A defense, one cracked wallthat faces both directions,but can…
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I walked beyondyour limping shadow,hoping to bring backeverything that made usdance to a rising sun.You were heading there,to that cliff that overlookswhere we took our first breath,adding life to our lungsthrough a kiss.I thought you were rememberingthose subtle seconds of pleasure,but you were dismemberingyourself from our message.I walked beyondall darkness you left behind,for these eyes…
Modern Romanticism 