Creative Writing
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Lean yourselfTo see the starsBack from the embrace of no one,But me.I breathe strands of your perfect hair,Radiant in the skylight.I let your curves become more than curves,Rivaling the Earth.I allow your arms to swim in the air about us,While silk encases your form. Submit to the sunOf me.Let the moon sink its white teethIn…
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The world hurts,Breaks itselfOver bones to saw the teeth.Sharpness grinds with dullnessOf edges against the rising earth.I leave off withA note that said I cried.I bled dust from my skin,As air crawled from my veins. She has two notes for the heavinessOf hope.I want to tear those apartWho broke our streamOf tears to heal the…
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Will you loveTo remain stillIn this eclipsing moment?You are beneath the moon, now,To spot a conscienceDeep within the buried sun. I kiss,I hold,As all I wantIs you.A deeply-buried regretFunnels my breaths,As I sleep with my angel,While I battle my devil. He,As meIs clogged beneath blankets,Sends me forewarningsTo the burning church.Love loses memoryWhen we wish to…
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Wet your lips,Dear one,I am about to drown in your blueStardom.Divine one,I am here to caress your wings,I am here to open youTo humming breaths. Sweeten your dreams,In your sleep.You live in the hollowness of a playing world,Stealing stones for the fallen boughs,To break the words.You liftBricks to make your fortress,While I aim to kissIn…
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Justice lingers in roomsToo dark to see.Love lays in the light,Brightened by the moon.The sun cannot igniteWhat is unable to strive,What is unable to moveIn the movement of too many. I grant my love,Her finger,Her small section of fleshA mere vow. Dishonor drenchesThe moon, without its covers.Who conceals the moon?Who conceals sorrow? Love plays with…
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I gain youAsI gain land.I gainThe soilIn my solid hand.I stir the wasteful bitsOf one leader’s fleshThat was written thereOf his nameIn where I stepped,Then stepped, again. The soldier romances the war,While the tulip’s petalsDance with his tears.All dropletsAre from a fallen storm.GriefUn-endsTerrible unisonTo them. Lies are placed on the crown,Still as truth.Truth is placed…
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Poem Collection – 1/10 – On “WHILE THE WORLD SHEDS ITS SKIN” – “Loving in the Fire” – Romance Poetry
Lids wide,Lips pressed,Mouth unleashingThe fogged sigh.You are the last thingFor the world to wed.Our flame is so small,To their grieving eyes.Their arms, burnedBy the skin of sympathy. Lips wide,Lips guessed.Lips thickBy the many to receive them,By the clogs of vesselsUpon oceans of an undercurrentThat faces the smogOf a burning torch.Their anger sends white through the…
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My love,How could I departFrom the wind that sets my sailsTo glide?How could I withdrawFrom the openness to a moving seaThat guides me to your lightIn this storm?How would I notSee your eyes among the mist?I will drown in your fathomable kiss,Drinking the greatest momentsEver to relate to the fashion of bliss. My eyesOpen to…
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Blue runs satinOn velvet torsos,As a sky finds hopeIn rays from beneath,In submission to her.On knees, to pleadFor beauty’s needThat the dirt of meCan leave a rope to seeA trail that marks this worldA scene where love is hurledOceans to the place of meadows. We are lost in forgotten towns,Buried in rain,Flooded by the tears…
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Why do weUpon days soaked in ebony,Drenched in the darkOf moments, apart,Wash ourselves to clean ourselvesStill with the touch to soothe vessels,To calm the spark of dreadLeaving lipsUnneeded to be fed? We are relivedIn our quiet currentOf clear, about ourselves, so near.We dream of glaciersTo cover our cities.We hear the nightmares of othersIn external lives.Can…
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Heaven’s songsMove the eclipseFrom your throatThat you might belt the solo through,That you might weave your fingers to undoStrands about your slender waist.We areA gap too close,Walking in circles,As our eyesAre a future too distant. Love dries lakes,Leaves fish to rotWhile we would have drowned,Instead of walked.Bleed a new river,My love.Lift your arms to meet…
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Call to the staresUpon the flooding roads.Let the small become the largeBy the wake of your gaze.I will kiss the nose that breathes summer,Disposes of petalsFor the sunlight we both crave,To grow us,To send us. We are lovers of twin moonsFor the dimmest planet.I am not the volcano that can do muchOther than rumble, on…
Modern Romanticism 