Creative Writing
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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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Wide-openMoons that bring coldTo the glowing mouths,Parted for the gleaming night.WaitingFor the face that staysTo see patience,Eager in engulfing silence. He holds a ringAt the same lengthHe holds a tooth,For a bird upon wings,As exchange for the sum. Closed-inSuns, with restUpon the glaciers.Mounted rocks,Gold that sways, in flame,Sequence of days,Desertion of night,Stilled life upon waiting…
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To guideThe quietnessAmong silvery waters,Of lily to padded stream. To radiant skinWhere breast and feeble armsSustain and caressA weakness awayTowards the cliffs where fallsDescend with wildness. Churning softnessOf a heartThat leaves graves emptyOf simple song. Charm the vessel,Of veins where rivers reside,Towards a heartWhere beauty yet hides. We lookWith faces, that speakTemptation to fascination,On towards…
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Everything. It depends on the eyes. What do you see, when you look at myself? What do the Autumn leaves comprehend of Autumn? What do the fallen understand of the beauty in that arrangement of colors? Fire is what leaves a trail of decay. Scattered debris, a teeming season of fossils, as you can indeed…
