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How modern, the eclipseTwo hearts, without oars, flipsInto a sun without a haloFor our minds as sinking ships.To all beauty of a certaintyThat love would bless into harmony – Leaving puddles in our rain.With bleeding eyes, we find the earthUnder collapse of our body’s rebirth. We wake to a sunForgotten in the other’s arms,Waving smiles…
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Guide me on starlight’s birth,For the pain had not unearthed.I hang tears on crystal shades,Weaving symmetry past a curtain’s worth,Pulling thunder from the cloudsTo speak towards absence. I did not cover this heart to fadeAmong the depiction of our madness.I stole God’s tears to form gems,To adorn the better part of timeWithin the places where…
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Pass beneath the emboldened glareSwept from twin curtains to this stare,That one moon might caressCaptured shoulders for a midnight dare.While the faint aura subsides,I might kiss a biblical goodbye. While in hands, become undressed,Curving within the clouds,Painting contours into the shrouds. To recall all tears for tombs,All departed loves in their wombsBirthed for the shadows,…
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By the bare rush of rain,Love stills the fall.A kiss silences the crawlTo the last unpleasant teardrop.A touch that loosens pain – Upon the drunken connection,Where fingertips design resurrection – Where faces are seen through curtains,As eyes grow too certain. A kiss that breaks the ice,Apart from winter’s untrue stillness.A kiss that steers the nightInto…
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Would the stars, among senseless lightPledge greater amount of tearsThan to the fallen veil uncovering fears,Than those stains would remain at night?Holding onto senseless worshipTowards your teeming scars. That way winter holds your hand,Keeps your eyes upon the meaningless.That way the years gravitate youLeaving your song as fallen rocks – Into the puddle of not…
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Upon the tragic shipsSending off collections of fragile paintingsStained with bled fears and imaginings,A singular heartbeat skipsOver the secular mistAs breath over winter is kissed.Inside the feathery miles – Dreams come undone, at the peakThe moon did display its final visage.A funereal, porcelain deceptionWeeping for pain’s conception. I can heal the waters, mend the oceansTorn…
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For the crystal rushYou bend through, on the absent hushWhere love seems to dieIn a weeping flurryUpon the scent of what decayed,During Autumn’s touch.You fed the mile with a burn – A terrible sequence, a harrowed turnTo distort the petals with your churn,While veins are wrapped – About your form, upon the scraps.You will find…
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To kiss you, beneath faded brush,As ice clings to mouth in hush.Each cricket worships its sound,Fading in a night of firefliesWhile softness is to your porcelain flesh. I would keep this embrace aroundUntil the dim apparent lightWill falter of the noon this night. I would love to breatheFrom the stars that never leave – Journeying…
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For all directions you crossed,Waiting for arms to swallow you,Weave your smile into a curling crown.You kept to the haze,Saw you comforted in the loss.Weeping with sounds being emptiedTo the silent rooms that carried – Each tear upon the rugs,Each blood droplet from your hands,Concealed in shadow where it lands,Open to the rope that tugs.…
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Survival is key to the prolonged longevity among individuals, though only to its extent. In the notion for what is first to consider with survival, it is shelter. A common knowledge as this, though made more so in realizing what intrudes the human form quicker than hunger or thirst. It is either the intense cold…
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“Love is the wind at one’s back, comparing it more to truth than a deception, by its inherent nature. It would guide through example, and would not force one to do for the self, when the self is not yet understood.” – Modern Romanticism Love is the origin. It defines the evolution of all species.…
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Allow what waits,Holding you in deepest prayer.Pull your form against shoreline,Leaving your laughIn areas I can crash.To kiss you before horizon-line – Let us love as nebulasSpread colors over the grey.Let tears run to our hearts,Keeping union before time parts – At the distant viewThat another era will overwhelmWith its change at the helm.In our…
Modern Romanticism 