Men
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I’d be compassionate and merciful enough, to hold back a woman from such a diseased realm, as the “political world”. It is never a “restriction from rights”, in my mind, as a woman can do all she wishes. Though, if something like a man’s compassion, or his way with mercy, or his way with empathy,…
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What does a man deserve most, from his loving woman? It would not be sameness, being the same desiring from before love ever laid petals in his heart. That same desiring being respect, the advancement of his ego; he does not want this. It is forgiveness, that which a man desires most. In his heart…
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“Each human individually places their ugliness to the past, everything they dislike about themselves to the past; though, when they begin to be encouraged to discover themselves, accept themselves, they are within the act of reliving what they dislike about themselves, and they never improve. To see the past as something to put behind, a…
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We’ve grieved a number of times, Enough to starve ourselves of woes and goodbyes, Enough so that we’ll yearn to stay in arms and sighs, With faces marred by tears and excessive pleas Upon that which humanity has come to see, A love of our own, open and wide. I am in love with a…
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Oh, realm of the wicked, where dreams drop from hands like droppings from the bottom of a bird; there is much admiration to stick upon beauty to admire; why withhold what should be offered? Love will lift it, beyond the realm of Men, where flesh is torn and raped. Faces are many that stare with…
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I picture thee, open and empty,With palms facing your knees,And eyes upon the surest sign,Of life with broken wings. Kisses are gentle when they are spokenAs well as simply given. Kisses are harsh when they bite,And retract with a mouthful of flesh. I am sure to love you,As much as you’ll allow the loveTo flood…
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Your eyes sparkle youth into being, But, what strength, And, what weakness, I behold, in this feeling! Without description, all that remains Is pure and undeserved pain, Stemming from life that built itself, Upon immoral and unneeded strife. I name all pleasure as our fortune, No home could be ever-more welcoming As your heart. The…
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“Love is nowhere to be found, if it is denied to be helpful.”
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I see thee, upon a land so muddy, in the blood of sorrow,You’ve never, held onto happiness, for long.Here, I yearn, to be the one,To cradle your defeat, in longest arms, and trembling fingers,I fathom your emptiness, a lot likeThe families of sickness, in nations heavy, on poverty. We’ll not fall, with the tears, that…
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“Men are each wound on Christ’s form, and each droplet is the renewing of any heart having bled enough to either love or commit a murder; in both forgiveness and committed atrocity, that is what Christ reveals. The pain it requires to love and the resentment it requires to slay.” Woman is a creature of…
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I turn around to repeat,In careless repetition,All vows and emotions, upon a plate of fate,You deny what was offered,From a dying God,From a man with all the might to his fight,His eyes were upon you,And faced the enormous creation,Of a statue in what he’d not undo,A love from all broken strings,Upon one delicate harp,Upon one…
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“Your eyes, magnificent in shape; your form is a plaza of many stands, each showing ripened fruit for the occasion; and how I would hold a pair of breasts alike pears to be swallowed whole.”
Modern Romanticism 