Creative Writing
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Measure feelingThat is crossed by a sealingOf a heart, upon the currentsThat fall from decaying eyes. We swarm ourselvesWith the faintest lies,Call ourselves debrisWithout coming to see,Without coming to believeIn what did leave. Death topples towersThat bloodied hands surely built.We sign the marks of braveryTo enter war, to entertain slavery. We loveIn the remaining grief,While…
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TranslateThe thicknessAround your eyes.Smother your discomfortWith ease and surrender,For defeat to shedAshes to your toes. Dance with the deepest sighsTo plume from reddest lips.Give finalityTo each falling grace.Grab your basketFull of the scenery you plucked,To birth taste, from your tears. Drunk on sorrows,Amorous with your fears.Laid there, not curvingTo the unkind memoriesThat leave you open.…
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ConcealedStain, upon the blank shore,Where your mouth was.A singular kissDrawn to the sand,Crawling to the land,Flown freeFrom unfolded hands. Simplest imageryOf unbroken symmetry.Symbols of languageBled from bandaged hearts.Sickness and disuseOf bodies severely limpingBackwards, on a ropeTo dual helpless faces. You can createThe sentencesFor our distant recollection,Placing eyes to the falling skies,Leaking sin from our pores.By…
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Able to hear the whispersBlown from kissesAcross a feeble lake,Full of your tears, you onceHeld in broken arms,Leaking contagionFrom your ruined heart. It is the love,Purely the loveSwallowed as the bitter wineWith the second tasteOf sweet remembrance. Compromised memoriesAs faint petals,Long broken from the stem,Carrying still the scentOf something entrancing. Unable to resignWith the signature…
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“Repetition is a cruel splash of the hardest hail upon our faces. Of life, where moments matter more than dreams. Of love, where sadness speaks more than the moments that indeed fade. For life, a person will always gain. For love, a person will always lose.” – Peter A.W. Wyatt
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Walking on soft tracksBack to the armsOf where you began.Eyes that look for lightIn the wings, still burning. To kiss your lifeBack into warmth,I will fold greater softnessUpon the hard edgesOf your mortality. Look to the infinite,There is not much to witnessOf the sun,When eyes turn away.I am here, when the clouds gather. Find your…
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“Protection is a sign of preserving intelligence, while bodies can be dispensed. For what is the difference between two models of differing appearance, and two wounded men on the battlefield whose severity of injury is also differed?” – Modern Romanticism If intelligence can be saved, then we have no need for seeing difference of forms…
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Short Prose & An Example of a Blogger’s Life – 200 Words – “For your Love” – Romanticism – 2/19/2021
For what will transpire, I will breathe a thousand more words. Though, the one that is saved, is straight from the heart. While you were true, I merely lied half of the time to reach you. While you were real, only half of my heart stuck to this. Though, I could cry upon all the…
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“Depression is not a cue for productivity. Nor is grief the cue for a need to neglect the immediate sensations. We discover something so pure, as the positive emotions, only when everything we currently feel can be converted over to inspiration.” – Modern Romanticism If research tells us that both positive and negative emotions can…
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Lost,Yet drowningIn the sparkle of your eyes,Holding wounds open,So wild, firm in bleedingMy aura to you,Hoping your heart beatsTo the same rhythmAs these footsteps to the future. Further, I wadeTo hold you, in sweeping arms,Never to scorn youFrom lips, made to burnUpon your mouth. Hush, my love,For the feverHas only woken youFrom the moon,From its…
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Forever,The feelings gallopTowards the moon’s many faces.Holding hands in a twist,Of dual thorns, growing the rose,Dropping the ashesFrom petals, in the dusk. Entwined, we surgeWith the fears, in the love,Birthing newborn oceansFrom eyes,Staining hands,Though kissingIn crystallized rain. SensationCurves about you,Beauty of watery Neptune.Of flesh I have sculpted,Of bones, where you feelVulnerable, in the ache. I…
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