Writing
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“It is in a man’s instinct, his Nature, and for what he teaches to himself, to suffer less than the ones he’s meant to lead. For what leader suffers the same as his weakened people? A man’s attraction to politics and leadership positions only comes by way of what he teaches himself. He weeps in…
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It is that My love has become so wild, So much like the adoring child That my eyes begin to stare At the wrong breath, the wrong air. My face begins to move For the lonely kiss. It is that my eyes do not wish For sleep to be. My yearnings are stemming From the…
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My sadness leads me on, With reigns that are whipped by the wind That takes my tears ahead Towards the abyss of my destination. Will I simply fall over To see her? Or, will I simply fall? I long have bent a knee To the sky With its current of flowing clouds That dropped water…
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Garments unfold Upon the tracing of your naked outline, While you hold out your hand As I hand you a kiss. My love, breathe your desire to reach the Heavens, For my longing is just. As the serpent can coil about our colors Frozen in shape, within the frame, We can peer, we can spy…
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Overcome, as I might, The candles of the past That light their way back to an eclipse Of all my memories stored in an urn, Where titles are burned to scarlet flesh, As eyes are more the shadows Than the pages of history. I am facing the tides of the future That whelm me in…
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Salient, and unseen Has been the portrait, that captures your complexion Among each crevice, to fall into To the deepness, of your flesh, Among its depth, in knowing what had passed Being the time, that remained frozen. All had passed Was my hands, to pull free, the veil To see twin suns, pointing their lighthouse…
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How can I call life a true existence, In the marriage of death? You were all that I came to be, Kissing out those songs for eternity. I truly knew That you were true For the arms that have held only the collected stones Dropped from eyes, left not sown. I wanted life beside the…
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How many eyes can perform the ocean’s settling To be drowned of itself, To form the desert, at its feet? I am your new light That exists, only to be in fright Of many whiles, where tears are shed, As skin is shed Over the Hell I call my home, Over the well that collects…
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Fall with waves That lean towards the pedestal Where I am seen Raised, upon the trunk of eternity. I am still too numb To see any higher Beyond the mere vessel That sails, only to move With the wind, With the current, In the fading hours of this frozen dream.
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Do not try To wrap your arms around my bleeding body When I am attempting to let go Of the blood that flies. I am attempting to let go of the book Full of pages, stung by the ink, Of feelings that have turned into the blackness Of their ebony shape, Laid upon the white…
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How many tears Must soak the glass in my cup? How many Will leak from the shallowness of my eyes? For all I’ve seen Is the backwards of me, As I surface through The sun with its smallest share of darkness, Because it cannot warm the universe Where I am lost. I feel ice Upon…
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What rained scarlet With the dying moon? Her razor tongue Dries the porcelain away from the newest life, That falls into oldest death. I am one trip away From leaving this place Forever, away from the decay That leaves a taste upon my own tongue, While her bitterness is still Upon my lips. Love unmentioned…
Modern Romanticism 