Creative Writing
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She stood there,With cold, wet hair,Like none other than another winterGone fiercely.Through the moon’s many faces,Blankness remainsTo remind meOf a few captured momentsHovering beneath time,Drifting between space. She stands thereTo sharpest melodiesOf her groansIn sheerest grief.Just a daffodilIn a simmering summer’s night,Though never received the warmthOf an aching sun. She was dried againstHer own petals,Using…
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I am not about to stareFor too long.Your long hairHang like the dropping tearsI have sworn were the place of my bathing.Your faceIs the stolen aspect of an angelDescended to my arms.Did God erase you,That He might see you for me? I hold a kingdomTo your rose,A dream that ignites the restOf the future’s caress.Your…
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Count scars,Limitless as stars.Count truthWhole enough to be broken,As bread is consumed,Chewed,Digested,Not like the lieSo easily swallowed.A broken truthWas once, in preparation,A wholeness. A broken form,BeatenUntil bloody,Is always the truth, reborn,Though neverIn the eyes of who broke it. Would ChristBreak the truth,As he broke bread,As he gave wine?Broken bread, as beaten flesh,Drunken wine, as streaming…
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Hold on, dear,To the waters,To the densityOf your eyes in the universe.Stars leak from your void,For you have lost much,As stars wander from your gaze,For you believe you are drowning. Hold on, my love,The rain is never-ending,As we must hold on. Believe in this,My hands tremble,Though they hold, tightly. Believe I can do it,Love,As my…
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How much earthIs needed to suppress the light?The corpse, still awareUntil resurrection makes it declareThat the fog could be brighter,That the dark could be whiterWith the bleeding shell of mercy. He says to the road, ahead,Among its inhabitants,“We are stoned, as one.”He breathes a momentThat lasts,After his rising. The destructionOf constructionLoses always the dimensionFor a…
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FallenBeneathThe blue tempestOf grief,Where disbeliefIs my new strength,As denialIs my revivalFrom an ocean I had forgotten to swim. Under,Where I amDrowning,You still roar with bent stareUpon the fossil to my formRemaining so very tornBy sailsThat only ever wailIn the return of you, to my waiting arms. You give griefTo the beastThat remains untied,Unbound,Not of his…
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Start fadingBeneath the centered sunlightOn your captivated expression.The world has not taught you to stayWith arms to your side.You bleedThough you never lose what is spilled,Except for your tears. You catch the fallen droplets,Like lost autumn leaves,Like one forgotten summerThat enjoyed its daylight,Before grief had spawned from the womb,Buried in the most antique of tombs.…
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Watch the leavesTurn whiteThrough falling debris,Of clouds that never receive color. I am the enemyTo my own sunriseThat never welcomes my handDrowned in the sand. Too many clocksHave broken for the pieces put together,Except the hands,For about, they spinIn idle hours,Idle tears, that never descend quietly. Love has turned its face about,Motionless,Calmly,Greeting the warmest weather…
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Panic runsTo then return,Upon a moment in sunrise,When the flies swarm open mouths,Lost in the wounds,Lost in the eclipseOf your heart in the moon.Your beauty is a dream without extent,Without a face,Without the needed traceTo this wandering ocean. Combined with me,You are the dust that settlesOn the reddest rose,Blanketing my scowl,Drowning out my howl,For you…
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Blinded, as I amBy the streams of your brightest lightOf a Heaven I knowYour screams cannot be.It is a pain I forgetBefore the face of a gracing love.Though, a painI will not deplete myself of,In recollection of arms I knew as a childWrapped around me forThe protection I had adored. I will not obey darkness,I…
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Water the ironIn your blood.Mix your tearsWith the sound happiness,For a few forgotten bottlesOf your craved sympathies.So much distance remainsFor your drinking mouth. Lift your dreamsTo the velvet moon.You are the leaf that decays fasterIn winter. Fresh are the lakes you create,By tears that leave swollen eyes.Salted are the oceans you create,By the toil you…
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Drip your remnantsInto my mouth.Fold your spiritAbout the streams in the hurricane.We have lost enough in our livesTo relive the old.We have spilled enough chaos in our arrangementOf a few messages in a bottle. You beautifulCreature of a simple cravingOf mine.You are victim to no one,Except for your own example. From my mouthTo the sand,Eclipses…
Modern Romanticism 