Romantic
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“Love is one fanciful reveling for a one who cannot depart away from it, to be among Hell. It is not Hell, this love, for humans without it, are demons. We uncloak ourselves, nude, so vulnerable, and cannot be anything other than honest, when we love. As we find more sweetness in seduction, we will…
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“To comprehend a man, is knowing that his greatest threat, is always himself. His battles within, are the battles for the lie he believes is his strength. Though, his truth dwells forever in the woman of his love, for he can easily be broken before her. He becomes the infant cradled by the angel, beloved…
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Love is the Devil’s madness, as it will remain God’s laughter. We describe how such an injection from a divine one, will be for humans, in their evil, to be something unlike what they simply desire. Blue is the color of tears, while green is the color of growth. Can we have the latter, without…
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It is that our heroism ignites our own flag stabbed in the ground’s hole, that we know how love also feels. Oh, the weakness, the sicknesses that are raised so much like the flag, that it never stands evenly. It motions with the winds that run like treading fear through a less-than-stable mind. Love. That…
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Concept: A woman about as beautiful as many, always seats herself before a mirror to adorn herself in cosmetic, to appear attractive, for no one. That mirror is her curse for loneliness. Though there is a man who represents the “peeping tom” in this story. He always comes to view this woman in the window,…
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I caught her beside the portrait, fairly new to its beholding. I caught where she sighed a breath to disturb the oils, or perhaps cause it to dry a bit faster. I caught how her hair fell down just an inch longer, after the time passed during my initial painting of her. She had thrown…
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Do not treat The shame with scorn. I have only thought to love With eyes upon the sun, that is your heart, While my mind, the universe, is broken. Love me, as you would love a shell. Just a man of the latter, as I was once a former. Just a man of the now,…
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Love is that emotion that threads the universe to the stars. He walks with the gait of someone who comprehends something that another wouldn’t. Love that is left not felt, is what he gathers in arms so heavy. Truly the treasured emotion he finds to be comforting, can always ease the darkness in anyone, as…
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And, it is Alessio’s eyes that have caught the sight, again. He feeds a string to her gaze, of a woman recognized for much attraction. Bold in her shape, and gentle in her step. Yet, it is as if no one else, besides Alessio, has noticed her. Again with the pink band about her waist,…
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Without a crown,I am no empireFor you to call homeUpon the highest throneWhere thorns wrap aroundAnd feed our pain a greater wordThan mere want. Here is a wedding in spring.There are your lips, for the tasteWith droplets falling offLike from the tulip’s petals. Here are your eyesFor the cherishing,For the yearning,For the blessing, of our…
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Let me lay beside you Cold, in the rain While you shield me in your arms, Like a mother without a child. I feel like a man without power, Like a man without a smile, Like someone without the world to bring up, As you do. Little woman, with passion about yourself, Do not let…
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I have forgotten what it meant for her to stay alive. I have forgotten what it meant for her to keep trying. Love was once the ground for her to walk upon, though it has collapsed beneath herself. She bleeds tears to create the roses, with dew to drop off petals into the ground. Pain…
Modern Romanticism 