Creative Writing
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Among where buried leavesLeave patterned trails,Among where colors are keptIn scattered storms,There is a kiss to which I know you,As there is a life for which I found youTo be locked in my swollen heartFinding solace,Discovering hope. Among where stillness is rottennessLeaving broken fragments,Among where colors are the endearmentOf a thousand raging hours,There is a…
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Like the ocean,I dry your eyes.Not so much like the river,And not so much like a lake.For before there is a stream,And before there is a puddle,I dive. I dive to find your mind,To ease your heart,Reaching for somewhereYou cannot find. I open youTo the residue,Of the fanned flamesSpreading shame. There should be lifeTo each…
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WalkingWith these colors on boardA flaming ship,With tactile remembrancesTo discolor my nakedness.There are thoughts woven aroundThe beaten hull,Scattered like tokensFor the painful trainDown the lane where loveGoes broken. Such fragilityTo set apart the stonesFrom the empty leaves,Wilted into disarray.Torn and shatteredLike the steps to makeUpon the immaculate sand,With words running like foamFrom my mouth. Burying…
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Can strengthBe that whichAllows the kiss,Allows the relived momentSurely missed?I can hold all the air,Though will I breathe itIf not through your lips? Bringing you upPast the curtains so wide,Lifting you to GodTo see where Heaven resides,To notice where I made a bedKeen with petals so red,Where bleeds the love you shall seeHas been your…
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What loveHarbors so littleOf the sun,Yet leaves the ocean to rotUnder the moon?I seem to weep,Though nothing exitsThese eyes of mine,Whereas the ocean can stumbleLike a withering manTo his crooked chair. What lifeBreathes so frail,When ICan surrender to the littlest liesCarved into my neck?There is a formSo much devoured by the ice,Be it her,Or be…
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ReminiscingScreams, unendingBeneath the fallen curtainBefore my haloed eyes,While you travel in your nakednessWithout the miles carved in your heart,Like twin-folded scarsUpon where I place two peaceful fingers,Starting the somber voyage,Bleeding in the dust. RememberingYou, where you took the worldBy the hands of fate,As we crossed the salience of love,The tides where we place our feet.Of…
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Upon the leaves,Streaming where you leftThis worldFrozen over,In greatest gracesDeparted from yourself,For all I see is unending snow.Love holds you,In the deepest of puddles. I loveAll that came from you,Believing youWhere you put your warm heart,Fading youIn the skies, where Heavens corruptBy the black light of my grief. You wash your eyesIn the tears that…
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Leaving youBuried, in the fields of your remembrance,Spelling out songs in the wilderness,Drying tears upon the edges of broken petals.There is a waiting life,Bleeding ourselves to dineUpon the blood of strife,Wilting ourselves, in the shallows. Wasting youWhere dreams come, unending.They’re real as nightmares,Where I can liveWithout you.The love I felt,Like loosening the streamsFrom the dams…
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Come upWithout a sound,Nested upon your pursed lips,For you ache,I as I know it to beThe heart of your ownThat never opened somethingSo together sown. Lift yourselfTo heights, unimaginedBy the faults of your rewards,To the reward of my faults.For the man of me,Welcomes the woman in you.Will you leave the girl behindOf your rotting past?…
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GriefNever contemplatesBelief,For I only wish to denyAll the tears I have cried.For I find no soundsIn the breaths,That carry from my lips,While silence of a certain sortHas rested atop her porcelain mouthPainted low upon a face,As I am left to her feeble grace. Both the hands,I had heldOf her own,Now have dropped to the mud,As…
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Let us loveUntil the day is wonBy the city’s sculptural nights,Losing messagesIn the wind, of our screaming sighs,Facing tears,Winding back fearsTo when minute hands could soothe. Lifting your veilTo bury a kiss into your lips,Finding a heartBeyond the sea of your form,To an island of dreams,Leaving anchors behindIn the stillness of empty clouds,Where hearts do…
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RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I cried. Oh, beautifulGraces upon shoulder-tops,Of flesh cast in marbleWarm to the emptinessOf this barren heart.Love-covered eyes,And hands concealed in gold,Wielding her nameUpon the edge of my tongue.…
Modern Romanticism 