Creative Writing
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StareWith all your gleaming spirit.EmboldenThe ripeness of a flower’s petals.Your irises speak to the orchids,As your pupils whisper to the sun.No blindness,Just color,As would be of your soul. I am enamored,GatheredBy the remaining droplets of joyThat hum down your cheeks,As you fall to my arms,Catching the many pleas,Within the fewest seasThat set a calm tide…
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Wake the leavesFrom their sleep.Blow silent kissesThrough the Autumn rain.Wilt your eyes,With the tearsThat come crashingTo my waiting hands. Can you walkWithout stoppingOn the road next to debris,On the road next to where you leftLonely scenery? Your beauty,Your startled handsPush trust from your side.You run,When you envelop me. Falling tresses,Lonely eyes,Tortured mind,Of my only despairing…
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Let your sun come up,To crash with the wind,Making warmth sear my cheeks,Loosening radiance against these scarsThat recede like waves from the shoreInto sculpted memories. I am, where you falter,Beneath the anchor.We are Moses, choosing to be stagnant,Rather than to part the reflection,The complexionOf captivation. Just a heart buried too deep,Just a moment we can…
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Weighted,Gravitational,Downwards on a slopeTowards where I still seek to gropeFor the plains that hold no flowers,As just the dust settles from the overcast,Long as my emotions last. NumbnessOf winter,For this white could not look more black.I peel back my eyes,To see the sourness of the sun,Burning me to stillness,Leaving me open. I run,Though I cannot…
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Hold your head close,Soft one,There is still another tear left to consume,Tragic one.Your belly requires the sustenanceOf an aching noonWhere dreams are caught in the highest sun,As oceans are wept from the furthest gazeOf tinted eyes. Wildest morningsCome upon your brow,For we believe the shell of needless stainsIn our bodiesHave amounted for all,With none for…
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Glistening fogAbout your wrists,With gestures towards the paint upon walls,With stillness to your face,As you laid in the grave.For as your fingers point to the earthen sides,My eyes shower your cheeks.As you lay there to be coveredBy the damp debris,I am here to read aloud the nightIn my palms. Your worldIs regrettably deadBeneath all the…
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Hold handsAround the stems to the roses,That you will grasp thornsTo bleed iron up to your nostrils.Your growthIs a fermented kind,That moves to the blue behind the overcast.You show mercy to newest daylight,Telling the truth to children,Leaving the wires about your heart,In connection to disconnection. I will show strandsOf my hair,How they burnBehind my own…
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She said to me,“Unfold yourself,That you might shed tearsUpon this empty paper.I want to read who I am,Not what you are.” I shed a drop,I fled to safety,To catch moreUpon the pageThat never fadedThe letters, into time. Her death will sink a ship,As I sink my heartStraight through the cracksOf a former love.Where was once…
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Concealed,WeakenedBy straining tonguesWho dareTo speak your name in their light.I am a trumpet too farIn the orchestra, to recite my words.Yet, my tears flow as ebony rain,Washing clouds above my head. They fall.Do you feel their sting?Your corpse is still a roseIn my pupil.I stareWith eclipse to my mind.Blackness speaks through my wordsAs the light…
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What cliffShall send me overboard?I am on this trainSet for no destination,Except to your arms.Shall that be the abyss’s bottom,That is always endless?Where shall I leave myself,Should you ever die? The great washOf your tears,Set as sparkles against the sun,Molds me as the manMeant to lose his legsShould you ever drop.To protect means to neglectMyself,In…
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How can thee seeUp to meWithout forgoingMemorable scenery?You haunt the daylight outOf proportion,Against the wall,Within the beat of your heart’s call. Count the stars,Collect them in unisonWithin your silvery arms.You’ll count the streamsRunning from your closed eyesIn heartbreak.I am the final punishmentTo your world’s closure. Soldiers plead to God of the scarsLeft as countless, upon…
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Alone, I was,Without her touch,Without her texture,In the embrace of death.As Autumn leaves hung,Death had clungTo my eyes,That remained surprisedI had been alive,As I had survived. In my tears,I rememberedHer, standing there,With a drawn complexionSurrounded by shades, by curtains,By the stains of a few moreRemembrances.Death was all around,She sought to give a kissThat I might…
Modern Romanticism 