Creative Writing
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Hold in my cold armsThe fewest displacements of your unending height,For you have become too invisible to followUnder the guise of my misguided innocence,Too white to say is untouched,Like snow yet to receive the iron,Like flesh yet to receive a cut. I am too cold under my white blanket,With screams caught in my throat,Listening for…
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Love is never a fair witness,As only the humming in earsThat continually yearnFor the timeless breathsUnveiled from simple lipsThat never kissed another pair,Departed from the moonTo hold a neck in a bite. Her slight,Her state in knowingLove from the disarranged imageHas made me write the messageThat a bottle for the drunkCannot hold.Intoxicated, as I am,By…
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She spent her mockery upon a thousand cutsUpon a broken stemThat raised itself from her heart,Wandering to a mirror.For her face, she saw insects,Not beauty.A small mite has intruded her locks,Full with auburn,Among silver highlights.Of one worn yearTo a love that never gave sight to fear,Except to an oncoming dayOf Betrayal’s betrayal,A haunting of innumerable…
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StrewnUpon the hollownessOf a thousand things never mattered,Upon your grief,Though without the fallen leafThat could identify youAmong the darkness,For eachSmooth texture has become so firmOf the petals that graze your feet,Your hands,Your cheeks,PalmsWhere you set your tears so magnificently. I bleed unbroken heartsOver to you,While love has no ruleIn the state of decay.Your mind,A furnace,Too…
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LoosenedRaindrops, keep fallingFrom some ocean in your eyes.You keep cryingFor whom,I know not.The world spins wildlyUpon your pained shoulders,As you sit to grieve,While I stare in disbeliefThat you cannot riseTo meet something other thanThe look in your eyes,Other than, where you may die. Pointed at your reflection,What can beOf that rejection,Of relief?Just love, I offer,Though,…
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She sought to set outUpon the streaming sea,Of colors glistening,Along with her hair.Her eyesMatched the fewest sunraysThat still stood in appearanceTo the eastern skyline.Golden resplendence,Showering radianceMatches an occurrenceTo the cracks of a broken heart. She sought to oar outA rowboat to the furthest expanse,Search for her heart,Find her lost path.She sought a route out ofHer…
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Caught,The seamlessnessOf one word that could collapseMe, to these very knees.One word to love,One heart to take,Never anything to break.I will soothe all concernShouldered upon you,Weathered over you,ThroughOne favored kiss. Your eyes,Full of Heaven’s riseIn the bliss,Within the kissTo a pair of lips,Among the perfumed neck,And the graceful swingOf your embracing arms.I will holdYour form,…
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As griefPossesses voice,Like the crossed showersGlistening to the tearsUpon my streaming face.White-wilted flowersForm their stems,To never the regrowthOf more petals,For I cannot love moreThan ever I did her. Like voiceGiven to the rain that poursLove, through my storming heart,As thunder bellows of a throatSo rawTo the stained vintageOf a thousand photographs of deceit,That a love…
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How can heState his fateWith only air to gripIn empty palm?The pain that has sunkHis heart into a stoneHas been squeezedOf every last tear.Just a man,Only a manWho wears no crown,With his queenLooking down. His face curves,His shoulders burnOf their residue.Just blank ashesThat cannot remember from whereThey fell.Love, he seesOf her,In the trees,Faint winds carrying…
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Grief stills meIn dying sleep,For I have drunk too many tearsTo see where my yearsShall carry me.My fingers liftTo feel the warmth of a fading sun,To bleed caught sorrowsOver the evening’s forsaken tomorrows. Some stilled picture,Some glimmering reflectionOf her, in the skyWhere darkness can mimic my pledge,My vowAs nowMy lips are always buriedIn the soil,…
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Oh, radiationOf your head to your arms,You have become won.Like leaves that have met the sun,In autumnal tempestsOf sorry rain to reach the streets,Of droplets from your faceTo cover your hands.You can twistStrain from your eyes,You can mergeYour petals with the gravelAs you lay to writhe. Just a closureTo a standing truthThat you have formed…
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Poem #1 “Due for the Delicate Kiss” Due, and overdueFor the delicate kiss, upon a mouthThat gapes with the sighsBlown free, like seeds off a dandelionIn the month of May.I hold your neck,I kiss your flesh,Velvet and soft, as it shimmers in the sunrise.I breathe over youThe devotion I have been meaningTo release.I bleedLove upon…
Modern Romanticism 