Creative Writing
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How cometh the rainWhen all falls down in pain,When the rapids swarm knees,During the wash of old tears?Blood runs,Though nothing bleeds,Hearts hurt,While everything kneelsAmong this blackish terrain. Within our eyes,Where storms are our companions,Love reigns,As the heart rains.A great mixtureOf grief and disbelief,A potencyOf sorrow and the denialThat we are here. Give me rain,As you…
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Bent beneathThe sadness that descends me,From altars, of disbelief.She rains,Still wets the earth of my heartWith her song.Her life,With the breath taken awayFrom the face,Yet not the lips. Beauty keeps itself, thereWithout so much as a stare.Her eyes,Closed, with the peaceAgainst my grief,Though wielding the same calmAs when we kissed,Within ungracious life. A casket,A lifeNestled…
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Drifting into the eons,Drafted as the sketchUpon the clouds,While you look upTo see the raindrops fallingFrom their hollow birthOf empty heavens. In arms,We hold the other,Believing sadness can burn itselfIn the wind,Loving still with miles between us,Shattering ourselvesIn porcelain reflections,Leaving ourselvesUpon empty highways. Onwards, with tremorTo the ends of our fingers.As if candleflame could light…
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Bleeding on towardsThe feathery horizon,Holding a note in yearning hands,Curling toes against damp sands.Why must the sealingOf two hearts, in distant sceneryCome reeling? Why mustWith eyes that never waitWithout the stammering heartbeat,Our voice choke upon the wind?Why must the vowsThreaten to come plummetingWith the pressure in the blood,With the faultIn the earth’s tremorsAnd the ocean’s…
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How great,For how subtleTo never lose youIn the wild rain,Within the washed-up grain,Stealing a signAll over again. A ghost in the doorwayTo look upon you,As I falterIn this place,In the afterlife. Here, the heart screamsWith the churning of ironIn my cold bloodstream.Falling apart,In the wind. A look upon your lips,A scar to where I kissedYour…
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All to grieve,Among all to believeThat love’s truest designHolds out allTo be mine,Upon the road where the windCarries both sigh and kiss. Upon the air, above the road,Carting on the blissThrough the stagnant storm,Singing onWithout being tornBy the stretch of decayBeneath these feet. Much has fallen,Much else has loweredIn its feverish collapseTo ruined petals,Rancid graveyards.…
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He tripsUpon the short line,Skips heartbeatsTrapped at the borderline,Holds a strawFor the familiar stingThat his chance to sow newnessWill never be brought,Shall not sing. A wilderness,One shining eclipse,A part of a moment to enterThe sun,When the moon is grown,When tears are shown.A part of a moment,Highlight upon the heart,Of love that sears. Small moment,First sighBreathing…
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White winterDrafted on a page, written backwardsTo this season’s beginning.Were we ever the fogAround our decaying eyes?SwelledIn the season’s pushWithout much to soften for,In the current light of day. A plea,Turned into the seaOf vast forgivenessNever believed,For its smile that enters as sunriseUpon the defeated horizonHolds enough for a heart to surmise,That for where we…
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You tell,You spell the cause of your woe,And I come crawlingTo ease,To please you, in pain’s dire flow.The simplicityTo bereaveWhen I wear a heartStitched on my sleeve. Calm this,And do not fuel this.These urges shall come undoneTo bleed you,To grieve youOn the wires of your heartHung from the highest cliff,Spilling downIts descent from the crown.…
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Soft, simple words edged on the tongue that speaks nothing audible, between the voice that coughs on grief. A symptom. And, only a symptom. Of a stain noticeable to the mind, yet invisible to the heart. To what can ridicule, for its current place. Then, what will wish for its place among the silence of…
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Holding nowWhat little remainsOf your porcelain mouth,Of what words I did contemplateUnder the barest moon,Lifting my featuresApart from doom,Healing a heartThat never died for you. The simplest beatOf an orb of redLeaves stainsOn the floor, where walksDecrepit feet,Bleeding toes,A horror upon the shouldersOf a man in his woe. The cold iron,The rushing crimson,With veins that…
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What were weUpon a timeWhen Heaven did open its gatesTo endless gustsOf our curiosity? We were sentenced to ruin,With fable, stain in heart,To the inkWith endless marksOn the empty page. This love that holds us nearWhites us out in holiest books.What disusedColors of ending tracingThat never did forfeit the blamingWe used to sample. White castles,Endless…
Modern Romanticism 