Creative Writing
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FalterYou, as youEntertainMe, as weFall with knees to the dampnessOf soil,Wet by rain,While eyes are stainedWith the battles of red,As you keptSecrets that mattered to the restA nothingness,But to me,An everything. Erase historiesOf your fragile existence.For what can I taste of ironAs a sword carves a heartIn the sand?I can make glass from shoresWhere oceans…
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Blue,But a gatewayTo your reopened heart.For the bliss you avoid in my arms,The silence you abscond from the voidThat belongs in my heart.Buried blackTresses, that lean backOn the edges of coffin lids,Measured with the grief on eyelidsFor each tear’s fallIn the autumn. I am red,The poison of your lipsBuried between me,Nestled in a heart that…
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If onlyIn my blindness,I could seeWhat had been leaking as stainsFrom your eyes.For you wereBlind as me,In the heat of our disbelief. Pain drew a cloakAround shoulders, cold as snow.White by the boneWhere chills are set in stone.What had we heatedWhile the rope was about your neck,The one you placed? Love remembersDifferences, to become those…
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How much ivoryCan sweep tears to the spaceBeneath a worn rug?You hold your eyesUpright, upon the glassOf a new-fallen sky,While I bleed aroundThe failures of my fleshFor my pain cannot matter. Hold your eyesUpon what you know best,To the honesty of your reflection,For you are never bewildered,Never shockedBy the lightning that screamsDown to your lungs.…
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How can IContemplate the rosesWithout their thorns?The garter about your thigh,The wind released from your sigh,The pain we bring to faint goodbyes,The world that surrounds on highThe clouds that flood our spiritsCan hold the worth of us,Can hold the misuse of us. I want to share the kissWithout your darkComplexion, wearing downThe happinessI wish to…
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She’llFill upGrand voidsWith a voiceThat never sleepsToo deepIn her dreams,For what a flower I have discoveredUpon a mattress, discarded. Drowned in her darkness,Disrobed in her fever,Bleeding without virginity.Her eyes,Her pallorCannot center itselfUpon the sun. Her hair curls overThe dustWith images that blanket rose gardens,In a stare that could not become awareTo just how much sufferingAppeared…
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Winter soothesRemembrances that scar,From summer’s warWith unbecoming warmth.Only your tears can quit the rain,As only your face can set the sunOn my veiled ruinOf stagnant alienation. I wishFor bottomless kisses,FieldingMeadows,With seeds that rip upwardsTowards a unity bequeathedOnly to the universeAnd its soaring. We can race,We can traceOur sights to the scent’s of each other,In the…
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Will youNever drag your tirednessLike one hearseOf no remembrance?Will youCaptivate all with another smile,Bleeding from somewhere,I know not where? Will youFall, to always callMe, to repair your symmetry? Will youReveal, all you’ve concealedBeneath the earth, for your birth? Your faceReminds me of glass,For I can see shape of myselfIn the humid reflection.Vapor clings,While vapor rotsThe…
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Caress,Sweet, with eyesAnd lacing lips.Peel me,Peel youOf trust,Let me swing youTo where the sun meets the west,To where dark collidesAs the light’s shower subsides. UndressYour eyes,Of tension,To ease,To pleaseThe moon’s rise,To let it rain its tearsUpon our fractured form.Virgin you,Bleeding me. Like watersWhere we can dance our arms.Like winterWhere we can freeze our tears.Like Autumn,Where…
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Raise your lidsTo see the sun,There is warmth to lift you,There are seeds to grow,And a life to sow. Let your hands down,Let me kiss youUnder these feverish rays. Don’t blanket another storm,And let gravity be your comfortTo my undying arms. Lose your voiceIn the wind,For I will catch it,Cradle itLike some child, never mattered.…
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To sail,To believeIn the unending fairnessOf this day’s voyageBeneath Heavenly sun,Loving skiesBeaming as though your eyesWere to kiss the face of meIn where love shows all destiny. My welcome,This sea where your eyes callA color down,Undressed of torment,Naked in all sensation,Believing in a nothingness,A depthWhere hearts still quake,As silences do break. The forest of your…
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How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless…
Modern Romanticism 