Creative Writing
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What, when upon a mile,I can shoulder grief in the harried storm?Pulling petalsAs butterfly wings,Washing down the ocean’s sudsWith my own blood? My twin and I, apart,As Heaven seems so dark,Holy Hell with I,Feeble, yet aliveWith symptoms of sadness in the hair,Without joy in each of everywhere. Her eyes, the deepest glimpseOf everything else I…
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Call yourself downBeautiful woman with blessed crown,And bleed your pain, elsewhere.Do not shed a tearLest to heighten our fear.With bleeding palms,We crawl,We hang ourselvesFrom the colors of our salvation. With your featuresDecked in ivory cascades,The future can mourn itself, as darkWaves begin to find usOn the ocean of gray beginnings.My love,Run to your nowhere,For I…
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Soft glint in the woodened reflectionBeside where a mirror collects the nerves,An awakening to a cruel resurrectionOf lifted pain, to the shuddering sigh,With a willow’s branch that waves goodbye.She sleeps in the comfort of near-death,Evasive of my never-ending tears,Her eyes that have closed, are not concealedFor to the shadows around, she is revealed. Adjusted to…
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Piling higherThan any curve in the wind.Here, the sun draws radianceTo love’s holy entranceOf purity’s flower, once scatteredOf a life, once unlivedFrom one love, yet to give. As all the streams come clashingWith the fire of a momentWith beauty so dashingAmong the droplets, come splashing.Here, and only here,Wild eyes are soft among the sighsThat accompany…
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Petals, drawn out of eyes,Washing on, running onFrom the place they laid upon. A mind full of symmetry,Mindful of jealousyMoving forth to shortcomings,Laid flat in the long-termOf a presidency voted in by grief, Washing ashore, eyes to seekThe stagnancy in the idle blueOf skies that never drop,With hearts that never stop. Wandering with cruel disclosureUpon…
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Burrowed heart inA faceless finalityWhere heartbeats are heard,To be envied.The walking stainNow writes himself, in a cruel place. She lifts her stateTo his pleasure, put in place.Open, yet stagnant, are his wordsUttered from rotting lips,Mourned over his teeth,Wailing for blood to keep. Cruel, discarded sympathyFalling lower than empathy.An embrace to the venomOf love’s unholy reason.…
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Displaced from my bedside,The moon broken in two,The listless being who belongs withinHas come crawling with pleading handsTo bandage his wounds with the smearUpon the spot where life did sicken,Burying pain in the tears.For what did quicken the heartWas the crawl for the lips, that part, Speaking for the milestone,“No bliss that, for you, would…
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White roaming tide,Blundering through the kissThat wields me, as I screamThrough the awe-inspiring shame.Of myself, to the blissAmong this Heaven I missedWhen aiming for my heart,A dagger for the infinite scar,As I remember you. Our worlds grow, as seasons changeA broken reflection among the sameIdle blood that never stainedA heart, for many moreCould be used,…
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Strewn lilacs at the cutting board,Divided by the subtle awakening of winter,Great storms to conspire againstThe love that ropes the season’s pledgeUpon the testament where life is meantTo arrange itself in pleasure’s edge. A knife to draw the perfect faceFrom the flawed eyes that never leaveGreat perception on beauty’s weaveOf intricacy in its ignited empire.…
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Walk in your kind symmetryAs seasons seek to change you.You are a glimpse of temptation,Stalking what despondence leavesSoaked upon the ground, unseen.Grass blades bend themselves in gravityWeighted in the great future. All dreams of you had been spunTo all that would be undone. Love rows a boat to your shore,Leaving letters for awaiting hands,For a…
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Divide the even space betweenAll of the commanding radianceWhere love conquers the scene,Of life’s own brittle inhabitance.Making music of bitter griefCalls me to my disbelief. Love is a great cradle drawn emptyOf what did grow to reach the moon,Born of a naked vow in eternityWhere life is clean to dispose the gloom.Inborn silence and making…
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What currents sweep me to retreatBack from motions for which she’d churnA soothing mouth with words undone?Senseless sensations on gravity’s pleaTo unite with sacred effigy to burnA life in the great, blissful wide one. Here, the curtains falls to recollectThe dust that laced the distant threads,While light enters through to resurrect. Each storm about her…
Modern Romanticism 