Men
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“Being somebody doesn’t at all mean for a hundred-and-one people to know you. Being somebody means for only one person to know you, to understand you, to trust you. To comprehend the heart, would not mean for a multitude to be in love with you. To comprehend the heart, means for a singular heart to…
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“Love is an emotion that does not follow the path of robotics. It is not mechanical, though is the one singular emotion full of purpose. A purpose, that involves submission before the one we are purposeful towards. As a man submits to offer the ring to his chosen woman, he has claimed her as his…
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“Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s rage. Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s desire to dwell, in unending pain. Some may wonder over why all of this occurs, when a man cannot seem to depart from the memories, and so he turns wrathful. It is because the path of…
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Beside where I may carry my painDown the longest valleys among the softest winters,There is escape only in what makes me quakeUpon when I shed tears to fill the EarthWith lake after sorry lake. Love held a purposeTo gather me forward. I was upheld by a ropeWith you, in tow. Like mice, we fed upon…
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“To recognize our strength, is to see where we stand, that we do stand, that we are standing, upon the Earth where others have walked. For we do not walk any path alone, for the same reason as we should know that others know our difficulties, and can understand us. Self-worth has no meaning, if…
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“In ways we feel vulnerable, we are in love. We trust, because we reveal to the other what we’ve held back, when alone. Darkness, holds the same appearance, as loneliness. Everything we reveal, is trusted by the beloved other, to not be scorned. Rather than the truth to scorn us like the sun with its…
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“Since it seems that men will feel regret for their action, while it seems that women will feel guilt for their inaction, does this mean that the beautiful woman can only be beautiful, can only ever provide color to the world, when her guilt upon each thing neglected, is the nearest thing her man can…
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As a giant, I have stepped Over oceans, across where Women’s tears, were spilled by my presence. I have a presence Too sinister, to recognize kindness, Either upon myself Or from others. I have stepped, as I said Over oceans, Made of women’s tears. I am a man, who has not seen gentleness, Just a…
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I am here To recount the numbers in the ocean, The fish in the sea, And I am shallow through that, Because, I remain on the surface And do not see any deeper. Love me With your eyes, So that I may see my true reflection And everything I have been lacking. I have only…
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What do you breathe,When there is nothing true,To your tired heart?Do you breathe the ocean, the many lost tears from your eyes?Would you like to breathe my love, once I have seen beyond myself? Do you breathe in the sorry sadness,Because, the world has called you strong?When love finds you, you will collapse,Like a wave…
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“Beauty is only ever beautiful, when it is pushed to the edges of the Earth, bringing herself to fall down. Beauty cannot be strong, without beauty being loved. When beauty is only beautiful, she is fragile and weak. She is alone, with only herself to see. No one admires her. No one cares for her.…
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In olden times, a man protected a woman out of knowledge that if a woman is protected, then all of humans are protected. In today’s time, we are merely arrogant and comfortable enough to believe that each person can live like aristocrats, and not have a shred of worry. Therefore, because of this false belief…
Modern Romanticism 