Creative Writing
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I can calm the deepWithin thee,While blue shatters the moonBringing to its embrace.Oh, gravitational pull!Her eyes are deep in the fogOf this cityscape,Though my mind can count the numbersOf her misplaced self,Deep in the dead night,While she hopes in the dead light. I can quell the terror,Bleeding from youAs futile error. I can create serenityFor…
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A sun has set itselfIn your heart,Soon for darkness to be our world.Whenever did you stop singingSoon as the children were never there,Soon as people’s gazesFell upon their own feet? Desperation has taken us,Dear beauty.Love is nowhere, but in you.Though, we are losing you,Losing flame. Reddened hair,Is becoming black as the burned out hearth,While flesh,…
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Emotion. Aflame, with attempted designation to the rope. The rope, for it cannot be cut with a knife. It cannot, for it cannot hold its weight’s own will. Its weight, of a form that wishes for death. A death that would leave countless tears to rot at the feet of their rejecter. Love waits. It…
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Running waves From the back of this ship Where I can see the rise of something bright, Though leaving me tranquil As it leaves me to dust, In the quake of fallen rain, To make The lake I would leave in her arms. Blood runs to replace unfallen tears, As my chest heaves a heaviness…
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Broken mast, Torn sails, And no movement to burn a bridge While your eyes still set upon the horizon. Drifting motions Drown you to sleep, As tides gather our tears, While the earth relives our fears In trembling hearts. Folding your hands against your bosom So wide with tears escaping closed eyes, I can wear…
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For the thousand wordsLeft unspoken to the proverbial,Of a poet and his mark on the page,To a woman whose eyes danced to the meadow’s tuneOf a hundred sighs that were unbrokenBy rocks,I can embrace you,Beyond the running ocean,That to us,For the thirst of usWas each tear we could leave on the shore. BleedingAnd singingTunes that…
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To the pale skin,A void dripsTears to stain cheeks that were never taintedLike this,Like how the petals in your mouthEcho your lost screams.For to shower your existenceWith fireWill only seek to end the coldnessIn your relation. You have eyes that never burn a pathFor your naked feet to walk.You have shoulders, continually caressedBy the hand…
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Hold your streams,Can you?For we are together under the sun,Flooding our heartsWith oncoming warmth.For how much love,Has become our hurt?How many tears,Can rock this boat? We are captivation,As we areDesignation,Holding our scars like breaks in the Earth,Like fissuresWhere bitterness floats upTo our thirst.A raven has made a nestIn your locks,Has placed a rope around your…
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How much heatCould I have breathed,Upon a day in your lifeYou merely wanted to seeSomething else in me? What a voice that was lostIn a poet of a thousand words,Each breathed upon the bleachedPage, though whiteness could not remindMe, to soothe you. Of all pain,I wanted you downOn the floor, to see my footUpon your…
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She can rise upWith arms to meet the stars,As she can call upHer voice to meet the gatesOf intertwining Heaven.She can loosenA step, to make the thousandAcross the rivers I have criedOut, for her to swim. She can danceWith singing voice,As she can dreamWith unending choice.She cannot falterWithout my nudge,Gentle as it can come to…
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Leave me,Faces that never turnTo see the rise of something resplendent,Something that never curvesLike the frothOf some continual ocean. I reject the sun,As she rejects the moon.I reject the stars,As she rejects the sights of sadness.Little red cheeksOf us both,Dampened by coldWeather, over our brow. Fog is our scenery,Like one white cloak over fields,Tossed and…
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I am in loveWith my own shadow,For I am unableTo glimpse the light that cast it.The simple reprieveI could releaseTo myself,Like the unending sighShe bled from a parted mouth,Has made me count love’s footsteps,Like splintered fragments of a boulder. Love breathes,She breathesIn the hail, the storm of ice,While coldness has marked her placeIn the earth.I…
Modern Romanticism 