Creative Writing
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In my dark,Where reflections are my understandingOf so-limited truth,She brought out my lost notes,My sacred pledges,Deserted among the strangled ocean,Born down upon my arms,Where I can bleed her,Soon as I lose her. Losing her,Beneath waves, cold as silk,Long with the tide,Curving her,Writing my truth upon her form,White as the porcelain,Glistening as the ivoryOf wilted bones,Like…
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Like fogDancing atop your smearedForehead,While kisses remain steadyTo pull me throughThe keenest kind of birthInto your arms.Like loveNever had a melody to shareWith the empires,Corrupt,And unkind. One ariaThat blew free from your lipsLike red to mix with the windOf fleeing shepherds to their flock,To all they lost.Your captured memoriesLay lingering upon your beating heart,Lighting aflameThis…
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To be the victim, or to create victims, in a world where tears cannot let go without running far. I held her hand to still her pace from the shore. I held her waist, to continue on the dance through life. I twisted my face, so that pain would be mimicked. I bled my mind…
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For the highlightsOf coming days,Where your face recedesIn the transparent waters,Where I can falter, upon your cadaverThat the sun has lit, like for two eyesThat will never open. To the recognitionOf rivers that run backwardsTo memories, to claim their origin,As I can, while tears make their waysBack to my eyes. For as I guide my…
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FallingInto empty circlesBranded with your kisses,Stained by the blood of your heart.I can reachFor a void, where you belonged,Yet, you still shower me in your excessive light,Leaving love to my arms,Caressed like a whimpering child. Leave my own heartTo the storm of your hypocrisy,That I might terminateAll the blood that flows through your halo,That I…
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“A lie is imagination, burning an image into sight only ever convincing. The truth, however, is something that wallops you so hard, you will find it shocking.” – Modern Romanticism How far can a writer take creativity, when it comes to a fact? To comprehend creativity, itself, as unlimited in the human imagination, will make…
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I can falter,I can swimBeneath the scenery you cast forthFrom such a pallid stare.I can worshipWithout being on my knees,The holiness of your unendingBeauty.You can take your eyes to the sun,Marking spots where we can runAs our faces cry outTo something we have missed,That we gather up. Set your place among the world,Dear one,For you…
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TruthDecays, upon the dayWhen I can no longer embraceYou, beneath the waters,As I now see only the sand,Where our soft forms used to land,And roll.We are used to our own toll,Retaining white upon our teeth,With red around our eyes,Though, can now transfix ourselvesTo the upcoming feat,Where we shall drop ourselvesTo a place hardened by our…
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Leaving yourselfFloatingIn the wind,Where tapestries inscribe your nameTo wool and linen, bleeding red upon white.As you, the leaf upon the lake,Can seek out worlds no one has left,Because no one arrived. Emotional,Where dreams come hurriedTo the eyes, where teardrops come dancingFrom their storm, to the earth. Can you raise the petals no stormHas ever tainted?Can…
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UnholyDynastyOf something so unfathomable,As the love from starless nights,There is sheWading among the terrorsTo a place without light,That I seekSomething so meek,In where she places her crownOf ebony mixed with ivory,Though the latter has no substance. She choosesDiversity for ways,While ICan collideWith the ocean’s breath,As IFlood the world with her death,Can sing praises that come…
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I cannotBow near enoughTo kiss your frozen lips,Without welcoming myselfTo join you,For tears have gleamed my years,In outpouring sunlightFor too long. As I bury theeBeneath the sea, of my thorns,You can find puddles away from our homeTo cleanse the soil from your form. Drinking the nothingnessOf two storms, un-matching.Wielding frostTo lay upon my heart.There are…
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Without displayOf yourself, in the wind,There is only shameKept on your ridged back,Pock-marked by age,Despondent in your ways.For I can loveWithout much help to yourself,As I can kissWithout much closure to your wounds. You will paint imageryOver your eyes,Recounting the fallen dropletsComing from the stemYou’ve yearned to have.HoliestYouth, with no mirror to splash disregard,Love has…
Modern Romanticism 