Relationships
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Make me bleed Over thee The running wine from wrists that hold captives Riding endless currents To their bitterness. I have become one of my own, As just merely a vessel in these wrists. Love was once all we had For ourselves, And now I am fixated on the endless hurt, The endless war In
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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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The importance of complete and unrestrained trust, is in two directions. The first is the complete trust, that should it be given upon a romantic partner, one has a very broad chance of developing a wonderful relationship. The second is the complete trust, that should it be given upon a romantic partner, though the relationship
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“When we love, we realize there is more to the world than simply ourselves. For if all we knew to repair was ourselves, we may as well live alone on some deserted island, never seeing any other reflection besides our own. In the glassy waters of the ocean, we will peer into them on that
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Why do I continue to resideOn this Hell, called an Earth, where tears wash my ankles?I thought to be in love with a dreamOf twilight and radiance.So much hurt has swept on-board and over-board.So much of the ocean has been drained from my heart. Within the bleakness of winter,Where the sky seems to have fallen
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As a man of certainty, I believe it best to discard irreparable things. Over the past two years, I have been taught by a certain someone to be loyal and dependent over matters, where the barrel of death stared at both of our faces. I have a mindset, now, that says for me to never
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My love, my wine,I am drunk upon your eyes.Wind sweeps me aboard a vessel,And I am sailing on Bacchus’s temple,Where sweat pours as radiant as blood,When beneath the hovering sun. What wills me to land a kissBefore I land ashore? What wills me to never missThe great beauty I adore? I cannot treasure enoughThe saddest
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My hands wet with the dewThat has crossed my eyelids,And dropped with graceUpon the flesh of my palms,As I fell to my knees. I bleed wine, from my wrists,And bleed the sea, from my eyes.And, bitterness encompasses both. Late when the feeling comes to subside,Under the boughs and brambles of this winter season,I dip into
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I cannot decideWhat to hideWhen I falter beneath what stirs me. Your beauty has hues, not alike the sun,And most unlike the shimmers in the rain.It has more brightnessThan ever a sunshineOr sun-shower.Brightness, that stings me, though soothes me;Brightness, that burns me, though soothes me;Brightness, that churns me, though soothes me,And I am still here
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Poetry is but a glimpseTo your feeble story.Woman, who was once my beloved,My treasured soul,My song,My emotions,And, my mind;All has now fled far from me. Your eyes, a twinkle of starlight,Beside your cheeks, the porcelain sheetsThat were made as the bed to lay my kisses,Once adorned with pitiful tears. What is the causeTo your untimeliness?Where
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We have called Hell away from us,Indeed, we have.We have omitted the pain from our future,More than once.A little thing like pain has roasted our worn hearts,Until they both scramble to embrace the other,Acting with arteries as limbs,And blood as something to taste. I am in love with a womanWithout so much as a hue
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Awakened, he was, by the final sigh,Pleading to the wind, as a miserable goodbye.One lucid dream, transfers to the next realm,And whatever love was takenIn her enclosed arms,To that Heaven, beyond,Where life shifts and stirs aboutIn the frozen open. Death has a face for two kisses,One for either hand, shielding the cheeksIn what crystal tears
Modern Romanticism 