Creative Writing
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Among the waves,Tears collect, to recedeFrom the glass,From the mirror’s boundaryFrosted by breath,Frozen throughIn the silence of death. Among allCountless beats of a heart,Veins will shatterAlong withEach moment to matter. While eyes hideBehind the tear-stained hands,While one wilted formCannot standUpon a barren shore. Unable to see,Unable to breatheA second more,While the afterlifeCloses upon me. Naked…
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Naked upon the lips,A hush for a child’s mouth.Though with a kiss,There is solitude, in the dark.There is reservation for the shelfWhere history repeats itselfIn blanketing white. Her heart, a diamond,Though flawed.With edges, to the perfect cutFor her skinMade into the great unfoldingOf a thousand moreDelicate imaginings,Behind the wire – Behind the connection,For misery’s resurrection.All…
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I would witnessIn your eyesThe careful arrangementOf one glistening firestorm,Reviving the nightInto a porcelain day. There are pots, here,Carved to the perfectionOf your form.Each of them wieldsThe same droplets you concealBehind a wearied glance,Where the world faces you. There are flowers to the vases.As to the withering of a life,For all that honesty can implore,There…
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What is leftUpon starlit eyes,Where galaxies shift intoWasted constellations,From shelteringConsolation. The running darkFrom the milky whiteWaters the hands of God,Among the fruit to His gardenAs wrath boilsIn the fervor. Passion enticesLost elementsTo run with the wind,To that vacant heart. Share the weatherFor not what leavesWith the breeze,Bending branches to burialFor a thousand moreRisen sculptures. Why…
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Hold this hope,Drown this HeavenTo give to darkness its final reward.We haveFaded along the pathWith shadows crossing our direction,Waiting in the sunrise,As the sunset whipsOur turned backs. As the fadeAlong with the shadeBelieves in what cannot rise,Though with two lips pressedTo rotting skies,As withering angels,We can teemAmong this anchoring gleam,With our arms as shelter. We…
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To how much I have crossedTo inhale the vapor, before your eyes.To offer youThe need to seeAll pain that has created thisCrown of thorns, above me. While vines drop your lifeAt every sweet grape,Notice the wine that flows from wrists,Bitter to the flavorOf finality. I have pulled off the leechesDrunk from the serene,FamiliarWarmth of a…
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Here, as gravity reaches you,Though never pulls you downTo remain in these arms,Against the night. You will continue to singWith a face disclosed of all signs.Of weariness to your form,For pain that never belongsAmong the candleflame at the endsOf wax fingers. Dropping the sceneryStayed too long.With nowhere to belong,Do you still find it hardTo tighten…
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It isAs it could be,Though notMeant to be,While this heart still holdsUpon your graven image,Even should it beIn the earth,Buried by tears. Love is an entranceTo an exit,As life is fullOf hopes and promise. I have yearnedFor the space betweenTo have your smile.In your misery,I will find you.Wherever you dwell,I will accompany. I cannot letYour…
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Long for the sake of a tale, Where dust is scattered Over burned pages. Blossoming a kiss, Opened as the flower Within the velvet Of the watery morn. Her face, did it spill The same ocean we crossed? For her eyes to know What torments to be endured, As vain miles are covered By pulsing…
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“The preference that relates to the numerous tastes, of differing individuals, is not at all a comparison to quality. If it is quality that compares not to the subjective opinion or personal preference, then quantity does.” – Modern Romanticism To judge the quality of an item, or even a person, is not to see what…
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Holy for the trail I gave into sickness and wail, Bled for love, beyond The selfish self is won, While she drew a curtain About all modesty, stunned, Weeping with crystal glaciers Born over silver eyes. She knew the dark could not keep The places where she’d fled, As torn clothing brought me closer, Closer…
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How have,Among all fairest bloomThis warmth treated you,In the criesOf senseless gloom? Still-lifeAs the ocean’s calm,Drawn for you.As plightWas whisked from you,From the spaceAs blameHad ended for you. We kissedWithout sudden departureFor lips,That caressed the edgeOf wisdom’s pledge. Wrap the laceAround your thorn.Venom to a mile,In your placeWhere you were worn,Stepping in great trial. Holding…
Modern Romanticism 