Creative Writing
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Tragic turnscause tearsto come througha pair of eyesin the looking glass,reflecting back,with all going black,going gray.I am alwaysholding it close,the fire I wantto keep dancingfor its flicker,for its entrancebefore it fades.I’ve been herelistening to sounds,those from a heartburied in its wreckage,lost on its voyageof painful endurance.I would welcomea kiss from Heaven,to soon regainfrom what remains,in
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Roped to a slope,pour it down.It will fill incountless cracks,the embitteringfaults we collected.Clean the wound,before its infectionspreads furtherwith the same gracewe view withinan ongoing liewe worship.Life comes,it goes upon whenone abandons the willto reignite its light,over a face,within the night.Love remains,lingers in the dust,even aftermotion becomeslittle morethan a quiver.We’ve existed,if just to be remindedof something
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Don’t denywhat we’ve longbeen longing for,while surrenderingto the dust,when there was no oneto recolor the rust.Don’t betrayyour heart,when it’s beatingfor a reason you knowis somethingwe both won’t let go.Admit it.We’ll commit it,in all that comesafterwards.Love is a dancewe’ll dance with,expelling up to skiesrain’s reversal.It wasn’t anything morethan a single kissthat confirms this.We were living onfor
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I’ve misinterpretedthis symphonyof silence.I thought that Ihad been healingon this one path,this makeshift,spacious direction.But I’m losing form,wasting myself awayback into the first stepswhen I was born.I should not take onthe shape of a silhouette,being observed bya thousand achievers.Their belief in me,their tears for memust not be hurledoverboard.The fire has beengetting refueled,to bring warmthto these wounds,to
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It folds me,depletes meof energy.I’m walkingtoo close to you,furthering fateto be myconqueror.Wilt me,because this issomething that Icannot subside,as I hidebehind, to crynotes for ears,all deafening.Kill me,while I amhere, caring fora deep wound,shouldering the otherweathered scarson time’s drift,in life’s rift.The night carries ona glimpse of somethingbetter to be found.It’s a subtle hint,one I hardly notice,while I
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It sold the state,continuing to existwith grains ingrainedunder fingernails,from trying to crawlfrom the bottomback to the top.I was alwaysburied further,dragged back underto continue to drown,without dying.I kept screamingwith the voice ofharbored urgency.Who had heard me,as I was leavingall years behind me?For time was a delicate,unapproachable scalewith its magnetsrepelling a kind of soul,misdirected in itsopposing ideals.I
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Let it enter in,without falling outwith it, on its leash,without losing touchof what will dragour tired bodies,by being unable toredirect our hearts,replace the hurts.There’ll never besomething more,nor someone elsewho’ll be there,above all else.The feelings that swell,the waves that crashadd to the puddleswith ripples createdat the slightest breath.Let us be closerto a rhythmic beat,to the warmth,to
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I was here,racing your heart,pulling up tothat entombing spotto see it, to believe in it -the depth of you,the face of youI cannot undofrom memory.Despite our distance,despite what concernsthere was, to yourtwisting fate,I couldn’t complywith tragedy’s sake.Wanting all whatwe were chasing aftereven under clearest,purest skies.Waiting for whatit meant to us,living for each breathwe’d take to
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You come througha door left openfor a stream of thoughtsto enter withoutan invitation.I do not want this haunt,but you are herealways in place of mydrifting sanity.I’m enclosed, while youmake this crawl spacea mansion with hallwaysechoing your cry.I am followingwhere tears are flowing.I am not connectingwhat dots were arrangedfor me to find meaningin anything other thanthis
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Another roundaboutheld close, never doubtingwhat direction I tookto get undressed for you -the reflection thatnever faces me,completely.I always seewhat does moreto review what Ilong to no longerbe what I view.The future looks likea growing circle of dust,an expanding pathwhere I’m addicted toreapplied rust.I am soundlessin the soundscape,crying with pleasfrozen on a tongue.I am dreamlessin the
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You’ve been too wordless,dried at your mouth,worried about the nextagonizing endeavorthat is what othersare telling you to beand what to leave.The weather had neverbeen your prediction,because you’re premadefor your empire,for your destiny.You’re wired to bewhat these blank pagescompel you to bewhile you disbelieve.For as long as youfreeze right there,where your endinghas started,you’ll never breathe.You’ll drown
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While we wereliving the emptinessof each breath,holding onto the signsthat kept us goingthrough the rain,creating puddlesfrom dissolved reflections,you were always an oceantoo far from where I wasstanding here,in the mist,shapeless in the fogof my spirit.Nothing had been warm,though everything had soundmuch like thunder,much like what weatherkept us together.We shouted, we vocalizedour pain into stormsthat never
Modern Romanticism 