Creative Writing
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Driven at the mirth of your leaves,Falling at the same space to your feet.Creeping to the tears that leftTheir stains, to discover you bleedBeneath pale moonlight, at sceneries weptTo the fog that surrounds your formAble for hands to lift. While grace would grant you steps,Each petal, each rose scattered around youBends a nose to the…
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No more than a veinReleases, for the stains to grain.A droplet from red to the clearWarmth of some bitter pain.We love until the dawn sets,As the dusk rises,While histories keep us close in check,Weeping in each symptom, at all breaths. We love, while clouds remainTo bring tracks on the desperate roadTo smother, along with our…
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You awake with the forest, in tearsTo repeat the wars, the countless yearsYour eyes radiated with the sun,Though drowned with sceneries shunned.Futures discarded at trembling arms, exalted fears,In the garden you raisedAmong all warmth cast aside. Forever to kiss the dropletsWorn as stones at my throat.Forever to finalize the melodyComposed beneath silver crescent,Before its eventual…
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Some other torn placeWith scraps to the misinterpreted fields,At stages of grain for uncovered spaceWhere the smothered sunRevealed all of bleeding love.A nude back held the same streaks,The same lashesTorn towards Heaven, above –
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Keep sealing your mirrors, display to facesSo emptied of disposition towards you,While your wings face low,Giving nothing to ashes.How much can the weather renewAll the fog that deprives you of graces?From the lips that thirst,By the arms that hurt – Without the heart now stranded at the shore,Failing at the spoken euology.You keep trembling with…
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Then spun the wheelsMimicking the current ideal.A track lostFor a purpose receivedAt the point eternity was crossedTo the arms,Towards the lips at silence conceived.A burial of vows in frozen pages. I shivered at the altar,Wearing my heart on a sleeveWhile my face twisted and alteredIn the same sweat the people believedWas to quit their train.
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Speak your curse,Being cruel in all tragic shapesThat softened you to worse.Love waited, then dividedThe space between your eyes.Your sight changes, as you confidedIn the world’s end.
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A pilot within the storm,Two hearts lost in their passing streams,While eyes can no longer seeOceans for the monochrome skies.Hell has seen to those lovelorn,Born of wings, lost from the angels.Sadness bears flight for infants,Senseless in the resounding grief,Compelled for arms, uttering insignificance.
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Poem #1 “Weeping among Feathers” Apart from the sun,As the seasons come undoneTo reveal where teardrops fellAs anchors to the fetid mist.Your arms in the rain,In the attempt to drench the pain. Tied together in savage looseness,While winter ceases the hailThat Springtime had called down – Upon your displayed frown.You forever wish to decayMore than…
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Pull all the curtains,Teardrops were better the diamondsThan the gold that circles them,Being the predator, being certain.Fold your lids over sapphire,As the blue in your soul kneelsTo find meaning in the dark,Waiting inside an earthen heart. I stain your lips with figurative words,Trembling at hands, waiting for a mergeWhere union is the symmetry.At the final…
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With each breath that never makes itTo the wick, that it should be unlit.With all faces that speak the vibrant curseOn lips, concealed of a veiled messageThat love bleeds on, for better or worse.Pages connected at their grip,Holding weather to its writer’s eyes,With clouds waving the sun goodbye – On the road, the landscape that…
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Sifting through memories in picturesBled through a glimmer, a streamWhere Hell raises the sun for your captureIn the lasting rose, upon razor petals.You leave fog for these eyes,Weeping stains, unbinding the seams – While ships toss hearts, overboard.Can we renew our imageWith familiar landscapes, decadent cityscapes? Can we hold hands, while the earth escapesBeneath the…
Modern Romanticism 