Writing
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When tears fallTo rise,And reach your delicate eyes,After I have shed themSo that you may see,That our love is true. As true as the skies beneath our feet,As true as the sun that no longer scornsWhen it would be overhead. For all I witness, is your face to be kissedA thousand times on each cheek,Where…
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Love is so beauteousAbout you,In the cold mistOf something as warmingAs the hot sunBeneath your feet. Tie this ropeAround your wrists,And sing with meWhat lovers may singIn the calling of fresh morningWhere tears are no longer bitter. Bleed with meThe love to make us proud,For each day to arise,Like the sun that is stood uponAt…
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May you gaspIn the sight of twice the telling,Thrice of feeling,In much beautyThere is to witness about you.Love lays in my left hand,And a shoulder of yoursIs caressed by my right. I draw upon your breath, like dew in the morning.You only have to spy the many deaths,That speak ill, of the both of us.We…
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While pieces of meWalk awayFrom tides as cold as the running watersFrom flooded hearts.Like two nailsWith one in each hand,And I have diedFor another’s grief. Pain is extraordinaryWhen it holds an identityAs fine as the sharpest pointOf the longest dagger.Because, my painAs any pain,Lurks over my shoulderIn hollow Earth. She pressed the ground,Flailed limbs above…
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How far Does the world travel to To be at its end? Why does it seem That inhabitants Will trade away Things, to whisper lies As sweet as the embers that were once in our hearts? A smile is only as curved As the head that may twist around To see the stagnant shadow Yet…
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I wield In hands has hot as the iron That has matted your hair Into straightness, Breasts as cold as the sun In your chest. Beneath flesh That has escaped all sign of life. There was but one place to live Away from my untidy ambitions, Away from my acquisition Of nothing to no substance.…
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Do lift What keeps us down, What keeps us low On this deathbed, too early in the show Of showers of snow. Raise us, For my form has gone cold, And weep over the both of us, For we both seemed to have died. Lie awake for me, so that I may pet flesh As…
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For so long And without shame, I have sought destruction, And have laughed. For so long I have not seen the need To protect The truly dear. Because, I had thought of my ego To be what makes me As me. Upon the day When I looked past myself To see your eyes, There was…
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As it is me, With the most unstable of hearts. I breathed love like the freshest dew Upon the highest of mountain ranges. The pain Is a glistening sight, To remind me Of my shame and plight. I wished to kiss Each subtle texture of a shimmer, To your treasured lips. Beloved, What am I,…
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I once saw the maiden’s breathClimbing upon the clammy skin of death.I once saw how her eyes hovered and gazedOver everything that to anyone elseWould merely amaze. Her face and idle grace,Her love for things so blessed by fate.Her place in its safe web.Though, through her simple designWeaved by fingertips marred by grime,She had sneaked…
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To see past the form, means for someone to be able to see another person’s intellect. This means, that should the subconscious hold its focus for the form, then the conscious will hold its focus for the mind, in the person wishing to be seen. When that person is seen, their form is not seen,…
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“The responsibility of leadership is not meant to lead a populace to panic. Chaos merely spreads the contagion, for that true contagion is fear. What is not controlled, becomes uncontrolled, and everything uncontrolled is like a dark smear going across the face of a white canvas. It travels and travels, because panic is just that.…
Modern Romanticism 