Writing
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Hold, now,What lasts upon its little pathwayBeneath the bleeding auraOf the faintest sun.For a candle has been litTo see the signalThat life shall move with the heavinessOf distant, dark shadows. Your hand in mine,A hope to findIn the meadows of our forgotten Heaven,Where we can takeTo the light, when losing our way.The faces that displayThemselves,…
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DominantTo beThe gatewayTo cover herself with the flakesOf coldness,Whitening cheeksWith heavy frost.Still to be, great with beautyFor all things I love of she. With dying might,Of beaming frightShe sends sounds to my direction,As sicknessIs now my alteration.A winter in her eyes,As autumn is in mine.Frost shall comeTo weigh the heavy heart of no one. Old…
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I hold the oarsIn hands, to meet the trailBack to the valleyWhere your arms are crossedIn the earth, beneath my feet.For I sail a traceUpon this death-space,Where vows are won,Though deeds were done. One final lingering momentTo the penance, to the raptureOf moments stolenFrom your feeble youthTongue-tied to be brazenAs the ocean is frozen,Crumbling in…
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Red dustTo the overgrowthOf flamesIn the recession of her skin,To the waves of her breathBleeding to the finest crossTo bear the weight of yesterday’s sin. One memoryHeated by a lighted wick,Sends signals to streets, emptiedFor that which is sick. Love’s bluest soundOf grief that stings the next cheekOver the one who did sleepIn the night’s…
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When grace soothes giant’s steps,Holds the teeming insideOf a sinful flame,Creates motions to a manAnd his wounded vestige,Holds his dearest departureFrom the overtureTo something now beginning to die,There is dissertation. There is analogy,There is eulogyTo the one forgotten.As his hand lands in twoWith slender fingers to matchCandles besideHis broken bedside,Beseiged by thoughts, unwindingTo be disbelieved,There…
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Speech is the tactic for which a leader uses, that reveals nothing for the underlying proof. As it should be mentioned, the term “intention” cannot be signified in speech. Among any person, each secret that is within one of us, will never be revealed without implemented trust for a listener. Such means, that were a…
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Heal a hurt,And start a heart,Fill the place where sickness stung,Where needles pierced,Where fates were wrungIn hands,Cold as winter’s breath. Feel loveWarm aboutFutures so uncertain,Of nakedness to dying awareness,Where beautyCan recede, to overflowThe land of its origin. Hold her eyesOn the chart, brimming withMemories, so strident,Onward, to the eclipse of a heart,To grow bold with…
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“The attraction to what is seen to be vulnerable, to the image of what is displayed as both alien and new to the world, cannot be the same for what is also understood as familiar.” – Modern Romanticism “Familiarity” is the concept by which a person understands someone else as like them. That is beauty.…
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“Those people who firmly believe a nation’s leadership should protect its citizen’s rights, are the same fools who have handed them over.” – Modern Romanticism If life is seen as temporary, then it’s not the same as love being of eternity. This must mean that a person’s right to live, is indeed such, though a…
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No wordsPoison the mouthOf a newborn,For you are as one fallen leafSide by the petals,Laid against the moss,Radiant upon the gleamFrom the ever-glowing stars. I am in your heart,Dearest sicknessThat breaks the faint whisper in me,The shakingThat will not quit. Just a leak from your eyesManages me,As just a simple wordRipped from your lipsDefines me.…
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You will dream all you canOf greatest, teeming glaciersWhere moss covers frost,Where deserts conceal lossBy the tune of failed storiesLingering on dried lips,As the smoke of warmth, as the dustIs no signal, as the helping hand. You will stake yourself, merging in sand,With a face of bright cheeksAs lilies upon the running brook,Whispering a gentle…
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My desperate attemptTo keep you coveredIn the bandages peeled from my heart,To keep you warm,To never see you frown,Once moreIn the limelight. Oh, beauty of forever,By my side,Upon this great night,Hold this outstretched handThat trembles,So weakly quiversTo keep you near. My desperate attemptTo keep you uncloggedOf memoriesToo negative to be the positive escapeTo where comfort…
Modern Romanticism 