Women
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“I have given up all for her happiness. My wealth, my reputation, my dreams, my future, my mind… and then, my heart. She goes on alone, not even bothering to stop for love. Not even bothering to stop to aid the lone leaf upon the roadway, that quivers beneath the scorning sun. I am a
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Each person’s pride should be solely based on action. Each person’s humility should be solely based on what a person becomes. There is nothing so pitiful to look upon, than the lazy individual who wants what they believe to deserve, simply for existing. They have committed themselves to no action, thus not deserving of pride.
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A far cry From wanting Hell beneath your hands As you struggle to crawl, As I struggle to seal The cracks in the walls Of Heaven. Your portrait is for His kingdom, Your body is for His domain. I have sheltered the moon, for you to see the sun. I have sheltered the darkness, for
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In olden times, we had an entire laundry list of issues to tackle. In today’s time, we invent problems as easily as we invent machines to fix those invented problems. However, when a real problem comes to town, something that science has found too new to handle, all the triviality seems even less important than
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Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and adorned quilts, As decor falls from her legs, Of lace
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A breath for a bird,To keep her wings afloat. A guide for a smile,To keep it going for the while. I need the prettiness of her aged beautyTo mimic the skies never to part,When I keep it together. I feel the worship of my hands, upon her skin.There is fire raised, from each touchTo forge
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Seek my help Whenever you discover Hell In your own heart. Where there’s a bottom to it all, There is also a tunnel To where sounds originate, From cries to ecstatic sighs, And you’ll find your human self. I fold stems with no thorns About yourself, I write my name on your white flesh, Like
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Everywhere I travelBrings the nighttime to peakUp towards the moon, where each gleam is shown. I’d love to, but cannotEver mean to kiss youBeneath the starlit skyWith wine in hand,Upon cheeks so bland,And lips crossed upon the sand. Where will you stayWhen I have gone faraway?Little dear, you tend to play with your fears. Laced
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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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“As I lean closer to comprehending all of this, I discover more and more. It is then, upon when there is no more to learn, that I annihilate what I desire to be no more.” – Anonymous Love reveals itself on the side of the honest self, on the side of expression. Through art, one
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She has pages bonded to see one anotherBy the threads of her heartstrings.She has fuel for her happinessSomeplace or other. I love her with all of my wingsTo spread her warmth across her battlefield.Love is breaking her apart,Though she finds it more to mend. A history of one womanIs as the broken stars and the
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The outline to her risqué shape, conjures up in Alessio’s mind the image of lust, dangling on the edge of canyon cliffs. As though he were the coyote to find the scrap of flesh, unknowing of the trap to bring him high. He would fall to bleed in her, a love that reaches miles across
Modern Romanticism 