Creative Writing
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Outward,Past the rubble,The lights gleam a vesselIn my painstaking handsHolding a woman close,Of her rays,Upon her voyage. Weathered footprintsIn the icy ground.Loosened salt from the rooftopsOf my temples,For I still bare the sight of toil,Even on a day of unity. Her kiss had lastedTo the amorous twist,Strengthening me towards the North,Where flavor comes mixedWith the…
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Hold yourself there,Think not so fastOf things sure to collapseAgainst your figure in the light,While canvas captures,As hands command. You are the pinnacle of all I know,The dream envisioned, sure to showMy messages of admirationGiven thus,Rest atop your breast,Your place in the dust. A dying orphanage, caught aflame,Kept you hereIn your name,For the children spoke…
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Do not fadeFrom arms, wide as the Earth,Entangling you, in your birth.Do not releaseFrom spaces, you might drown,With eyes, with easeOf pain that makes you shutThe world you look upon. Have I been the bettermentTo your future?For your breaths, I have extendedThe moments, the hours,Into a world that never triumphs. The fields you look upon,The…
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Waking up,Seeing the sun,Comprehending the wavesShattering against the rocksOf my engrained heart. All loveIs a keenness,Staring to your shoulders,Knowing the weight atop them,Finding whereCurtains can be pulled backTo empty a solitary kiss. The world folds a closeness about,With the aura of a distant sunWhere dreams are as the ivy,Not poisoned.I caveInto you,Stinging myself with tears.…
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WateredBy endless vowels,Taken to the consonants,Kept to the endings.All evennessBecomes the oddness,Lasted upon your gentle smile,Where wishes become ordinary,As tears become extraordinary. You have a face where loveDoes not remainTo keepSmiles, together.Fractures please youIn the earthen graves,As scenery is to the astute,While deserts are to the new. Your blindness,Your kindness,Feeble of eyes,Golden of heart.Streams gather…
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How often,So alikeThe storm seededAtop your burned,Scarlet hair,With your lipsPressed to the wind,Favoring droplets,Keeping to scorn,Mixing messages with the sailsScarred by your hurried fingers. DustBecomes redAs the lustYou take awayThrough the moon’s aperture,Where once was a faceOf something to truth,Where loveHolds a grail to your frozen lips,Not wasting a single dropOf a design. The heat,The…
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Crossed in brush,Filled with tears,The breaking heartBecomes healed, today. Your face,Once a distant sun,Now the closest warmthWith the simplest rayTo find meOn the forgotten road.I have led you,Or have you led me? I feel the wind,Taste my droplets.And still,Your nameIs a stilled particleOn my unpractical tongue,While the rain in my heartContinues to fall. I write…
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StrapA few more secondsWithout muchLeft to save,Else for the breath,The piecesOf a bruised heart. I still wait,For seconds remain.Biding time,Tempting crime,Watching a speeding clock,Like the winding returnUpon the broken highway,Back to my arms. I releaseOnly the melted breath,SingingWithout a church, to accompanyThe sheer pain,Once ecstasy. Her life fades,A heartPerceived as purple,A sky litBy coming stormsTo…
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Staring noonDead to the centerOf falsehoods in the sun.Ripping moonFrom the center of pale,Dead to the cadaverStill letteredFor the passingOf paintedRed-wiped kisses. She calls a strike,A final deed to the ruptureOf several forgotten seeds.Hold one hand,Release another.Stay what will,Place her to the thrillOf loving Hell,To the whispering soundOf her tolling spell. She pulls the sheet,For…
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He has steppedFace after deceptionOf curve,To smiles, never genuine.He has lost his egoWith the strengthThrough trembling hands.The building of empires,Gone rotten. How much detachmentCan surface the fish,Settling its scales upon the curveTo the tyrant’s shore? How many wishesBecome frozen,Within the birth of life’s own freedom,As tyranny becomes adored? Oh, where love shall hold shape,Straight as…
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Come here,Dig deepYour face in the grain.I spill the salt, to stay the wound.A memorial to painRemains a grave too heavy.Solace is to every moon,A bleeding momentNot to dawn, too soon. Pleasure becomes sanitized,The salted stepUpon the ice-covered foresightWhere winter buriesHearts so close. A pain cleansedBy faces, where kisses lastIn the stingOf all to burnWeeds…
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There is much for the weightOf ever-greater historyBound to the strings, forever playedOn the instrument of her heart. Her head.Nectar, to the lips,Short in syllables, of longSentences heaved from heavy sighs.Taking too long to read a book,When made for breaths of the shoresThat rock the last of abandonmentScurrying from her unborn mind. There are virgin…
