Creative Writing
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Ultimately,you’ve survivedmuch more thanmost do,depriving yourselfof a step or twoto take a single breath,to keep yourselffar from the reachof the hand of death.But I seemore than whatyou might,while you’re therebleeding untilyour bare woundsare a presentationfor an indifferent,soundless world.Please be it,go beyond to bewhat you weremeant to be.Instead of survivingthe aftereffectsof this wreckage,instead of decoratingyour fortress
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Rooted in,leaving inthe various waysit’s able to twistinto those shapes,the oneswe don’t want,while we’re bitinginto the ironof our wounds.Standing out,holding outthe state of ourflooding decay.We’ve kept goingto be morethan anything less,drifting nowhereon an ocean we madewith our years.Growing oldwith everything leftto be cold for,losing wisdomfrom the lessonswe will abhorfor our remaining,unused time,exposing limitsin the dust.
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To be stubborn,being tornunder the slightest,discernable signthat enough was ourunwanted tragedy.We were morewhen we wanted moreto cut our arms with,filling moatswith our blood,dividing our statesinto ways we bend,ways we break.Once had been it,until we began countingthe steps we tookto get there.That sight had broughtour hunger to stir,our teeth to begin bitinginto our surroundings.We were dreamingof
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What’s left to knowwhile being blindedunder falling snow?I’m left to seewhat’s become of me,hoping for the restto get redressed,to be the lasting excuseto look the other way.I don’t want to believe,while I can hope tocrawl back to the past,having an oceanas a dragging weightaround broken feet.I’ve been crying for miles,knowing nothingof what I’ve been carryingupon
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Swirls upliftthe parts to describe,once you’re undressedto see the woundsyou’ve cried over,leaving half your nightsembedded in coldness.I see in your skinthose old reflections,shattered underthe weight of indecision.Help yourselfto a different feast,letting yourselfcome down to where Ihave made enoughfor us both.Your scars are ample,while stars are infinite.To see the setting sun,you can always come bywithout wanting
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Once idling here,to correct those echoeswith repeated phrases,filling in the holeswith unfulfilled promises.I’ve hoped to defywhat’s come out ofhistory’s nakedness,the bare leaveswith their writings,with their stains.Surrendering here,for I’ve always knownwhat a tragic lie it isto continue going arounda frozen puddle,an unmoving reflection.Decreasing fame,unneeded trust,with time’s erosion,while marks are leftto look back on,to see what came
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Lasting lesson,a final wordto leave me heretoo breathless to stateanything otherwise,too harrowed to seeanything else.For I’ve seenwhat you’ve let me,within this whirlwind,feel among cloudsthat escaped lungs,gasping at a sightwhile wanderinginside a void.I spoke what won’tcome back withinthis cave, this mindthat won’t rewindthe facts of an erathat made them bewhat they’ll be.Who’s seen me flee?Who’s heard
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Connect me back toyour shape, your gravitythat kept me whole,kept me from breakinginto jagged parts.What was beforebecame nothing morethan a memorythat yearns to arrivein the placewhere footstepsare ceremonial.Love’s golden circlehas made itselfto be an imprint of a far,escaping landscapewhere oceans cannotcome through to flood,while faces starewhere sounds don’t dareto interrupt.All that was beforehas been shelved
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Tears hold fast,wetting the earthin their descensionfrom cloudsbreathed out,crystalline.On the horizon,monochrome is theunformed color,measuring the depravitywith toiling accuracy.I just wanted tonever release the handthat came close,pressing itself uponthe naked sleeve,the heart that meltsupon recallingall it had felt.But puddles are here,surrounding a pairof quivering legs,while I’m merging riverswith oceans, meetingsuch paralyzing reflectionsin the stillness of myself.I’ll
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You rave onabout what I do,not know whyI’ll end, this way.I’ve grown to seethe patterns of myhelpful ecstasy.You’ve been watchingwith a torch to hold,with words most bold.You’ll judge, even untilGod himself promotes youto be near him,at his side, with no oneto condemn your practices,to breathe scorn overyour faceless tirade.I am evenwith the playing fieldof life,
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I recallas I realizethat what I lost,during that fall,was more to receivewhen it awakened meto why I’ve ever breathed,why I’ve ever seenwhat something means.You were thereto see the HellI began to burn in,for when I lost light,I added bloodto build up the flame,after adding tearsthat weren’t enoughto extinguish thisrelentless shame.I am reminiscent,always leaning onthese rosesfor
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Enough timesto be seeing ahead,with one crimethat kept us lookingover our isolated,cold shoulders.We regret the word,the promise we shared,burning bridgesbefore crossing them.We weren’t meant tobe met to be wed,under skies full of itsstorm of sunlight.A glance at a corridor,a sprint down whereall memoires, those oninfamous portraits,was all it took to seethat we couldn’t be.A watered
Modern Romanticism 