Creative Writing
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Crippled, in ashes,Turned to dust at the signOf teeming hope.At once,Bright as the North StarLeading you, through.My reaching arms as boughs,Keeping you from falling through. Tears trail,Connective and unending.All at once,Loose petals are tossedAcross your delicate cheeks. Tears walkIn the presence of the moon,Still apparent to you.Tears speakFrom tongue and cheek. Among the dustFalling from…
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For fewest glimpsesFor tears that strayAside, for the life of mineThat bleeds a dewdrop too heavyFrom hanging eyelids. For a little warmthFrom a glass that shot meOn the crossroads, of painstakingLife in the fragile glimpseThrough reflection uponLost warmth,Drowned in circles – Upon eyesThat wept for the sunrise,Fell for the settingTo another deceased day. Another drunken…
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Soulless,Pitiable child,Whose hands are bloodiedNot by the wounds from presentAnd incurable circumstance,Though from experiences not metWith a future that creptOn the horizon,Not to the child’s blinded eyesAnd their missing awareness. Loss of this kindKnows no motherhood.A heart that gained lightBecame dark by the same sunrise,When nothing was ever thereTo pull back the stareTo a wakened…
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Speak to me, in this remembranceUpon a foundation to her deliverance.Sunsets surround the eyesWhile life pushes forthUpon a rowboat, atop recurring tearsAs the heart rekindles another loose passageFor scriptures, in words, in stagnant fearsPulling a carved note as a message. Wash the stones down the throat.Pinnacle to the dustNear the fallen hourglass,As remembrance for a…
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Alight your partOf the execution.You wield fate on the edgeOf your torn fingertips.You sow to the ruinsNeedless shade.Walking heavy with a false smile,You warm the stormsFor greater currents. Love did curse youTo move forwardPast the sensation of strangulation,Life did bestow. My dear,Did you forgetWe divided the same pathwaysWe connected as our hands? Fragile reachWith broken…
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Call back the reignsThat lifted you, to send youOnward on a drifting path,Weeping youThrough songs that entrench this griefIn the pathway that does not decay. Notes are my showerEngrained as twisting shadesUpon a pageWhite as the newborn sunTo reenter this loveWith everything to be won. You weepYour loose releaseOn the day you resignedYourself to the…
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Holding onFor the sake of sunriseTo blow its sparksOver your prettied eyes.I can calmThe ocean, within,Only for your breath to fallTo a twist against a branch,A limb to a formCarved out into tears. Shredded sadness,Leaves pieces to the fleshI had caressed,Left to their scatteringOn the floorTo your remembering. Would you piece togetherEach tear, back into…
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Return what makes meSentence quillFrom cage to its freedom,Breaking as the shellUpon you, my well. Rise to me,Do not recede from me,While I walk with heavy stones,Dragging currents alongPetaled eyelids. Run over meYour sweeping breath,Forming decay intoIts strengthened return,From death. I will what cannotCommence, with ease,On the onslaughtFor these subdued emotionsConcealing all the earth’s oceans.
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Scorn magnetizesEveryday blood-flows,Captures you in the nearest puddleAs your eyes set with the sun.Flown with white flags upon your back,As strain comes to hold youTo bring curtains uponEach spare ray of sunshine. A clear springWith heat that stretchesFor the thinnestObstacle to overcome,The longest rope,The deepest haze. A descent to a puddle,As vapor makes arrangementIn your…
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How many eyedropsOf deceptionCan be what leaves the markUpon the resurrecting spark?We make the drama believableWhat with every chainThat binds us. To each scarBirthed upon the abdomen,For each faded painWe thought had closedIts connection,To seal ourselves into turmoilLost uponVeins in the frozen soil. A lost hourEngirdled in an unneeded,Blanketing embrace.The wielder shows their current,Drawn from…
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Down, you fallTo abode, fullIn your symptomsFor salvation’s call.A pair of dropletsCease their declineFrom radiant eyes,So dark. A keepingTo what is weepingInside of you,The less you give up,The more to cling uponWith departure to each noteYou had ever spoke.To speak, again. Teardrop,Blood droplet.A sight upon what leaves,With no apparent grief.True to heartFor those who depart,While…
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On the journeyBack to delicate tornShreds of a deserted fieldWhere you were raisedAs a single flowerWith petals flown, emptyTo the stagnant touchOf the winds. I will soar youBeyond the last mileThe earth has to stretch for,In the sum of all mathematicalNumerical.Concealed as you areUpon the openness of stars,CyclicalWith funerals to your stare. Gravitate, as youFind…
Modern Romanticism 