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Speeches collected upon the longest lines,Farewells captured, with eyes towards the wind.Bringing forth a letter,Reading a mystery.She faces the sun without looking in,Running from her eyes light that blinds.She wishes, though cannot love – Without the love, without the heart quittingAll of Heaven’s symptoms.Desperate heart, undiscovered herWho loves with winter lending its warmest,Most concealing cover.…
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Dust never fell, snow never meltedIn the inches we first gave,Separate, upon the ocean beneath, partedFor the one starved child thatKept bleeding in our sunrise, unsaved.Our child, our shadow – Our grief that kept us.With kisses close, a ribbon cutFor our faces to freezeAmong time’s weighted memorialKeeping us as clouds among turmoil. Love takes a…
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You were to beEverything, upon a closed eye. Raining the fog in the remembranceTo two shut windows,Closing for frost’s awakening. You slumber in the nothingTo a heart that skipsAs a stone upon the old lakes. A worried vision,A sealed encasement, where waterWas never the entrance,Never the griefThat wanders within puddles,Never seeing reflection. Listening to vibrations,The…
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How many piecesMust I stitch togetherTo recreate you?Making you,Loving youBuried more of my heartThan I found it. I love the darkWhile the sparksAre still disappearing. To block the sunWill result in your eyes setting,No matter the moon is screaming. What is fewestTo me, in this storm of rainAre the droplets, the pieces of thisAching pain.…
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“One can be ignorant without being prejudiced, though one cannot be prejudiced without being ignorant.” – Modern Romanticism Take the singular individual, separated from the group, and in one’s sight upon them, there can be the statement that says there is ignorance for them. As in, the observant person has no knowledge of them. In…
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Firm whispersFor another place he loathesTo go,While winter has remained her clothes,While warmth is ever theSpotlight to call her up. He knewHer time was up.He knew her timeWas to go upTowards clouds, purer in complexion,More delusional than his hopeIn Heavens, in scriptureWhispering more whispersFor desperate daylight. To walk, to talkMore steps, more wordsNear the side…
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To the dark part ofA heart that never forgivesItself, to belong uponThe light side. To the spark that never drainsFrom the memories, from distant kisses.When the wound heals,Will I ever remember you? Your eyes fell to ruin,Your breath shattered withYour lungs that took my wordsTo heart. Your glance fell short,While I scooped up the dirtTo…
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“If words, ever being remembered, are banned, such are truthful. It is not what is factual that is ever considered taboo, though what inspires human curiosity or further thought upon the subject. To this, the idea to believe that words, on their own, are violent, is the mere promotion that individualism should be suppressed. It…
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Travel this way.The moon does not hangAnother hour,For you to go acrossA bridge where no one meets.You deserve companyOn the lips, bandaged of the iron.From bloodied scarsTo Heaven’s stars. Come this wayTo meet a fire of your belonging.Burn awayAll moments, to becomeA grand eternity.Each layer to your tressesBleak, while handsWield breasts for the babe,Once more,…
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She never criesWith denial’s curtain about her.To the remembrance for what diesIn its youth, running the skiesIn barest blue, beyond the nectar.Wind catches her scars,While envy reveals the empty shadow – Beside her, in the bed.Wide-awake eyes, blue in the midnight,While belief is lost from sightThat another heart should call, again.One sentence, one word to…
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I should have notBurned my heart twiceAgainst what was ruins,On everything we believed was ourConstruction of Heaven.I could haveBuried my heart amongst it.I should haveBled towards the river,Where now you lay. I should haveLet you go free.I should not haveClung to grief.I sincerely should not haveKept a burned-out lightFrom its peace. I should haveDied with…
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With words still caughtIn our throats.With gazes that stretch moreThan the shadows caught from the light,Arms still reachTo bring you close.Loyalty still remembers,For what better moment can occurWhen we will riseWith the roots at our feet? While the sun is still high,Say you will touch the remaining stars.Say to drown the flameThat speaks ill, during…
Modern Romanticism 