Creative Writing
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A reveling,A shower,A broken stem,Fewest petals that come to claimThe spots where no remainTo be there, as shadows. The iris of her,Watches.Her fingers possess each edgeAs colored of orchids,Dropping scents to a storm of grass,Reeds, and porcelain daisies. I run with the meadow’s touch,Taking glancesOver a shoulder where holds no consign,No submissionTo the woes of…
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Chestnut hair,Winding downAs the covering cloakOver your pale face,Tortured cheeks. The wind comes through,Mocking enough.I plow my way to your arms,Hurling snow, overboardTo see that which floatsUpon the icy meadows,The icy shores. Your stagnant expressionMoves only when I sigh,Only when I cry. Your subtle motionsTo the sounds of sorrow,Make you come from waveTo wave.You become…
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Hanging by a wire,Not falling from any higher,Your neckIs here, to be kissedBy the flame of tragedy.Your hand holds air,Your eyes do not stare,Your breath has fallen silent,Your wilted feet, remainTo hang, like your head. Upon the rope,I found youAs the stilled woman with no sound.What will remain of me,Keeping a heart that beats for…
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To that which freezes all divine breath,Of the sepulcher standing with flesh,She loves all that comes to armsMade of winter’s hanging boughs.She carves into herselfThe burns, the churns, of a wilted shrub.Of a heart that seeds itselfUpon the ground’s pithy,Of whispers come forcefully. She is kissedBy love,By something aboveHer breathing nostrils.While she looks up,The world…
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Travel about,With meTo see the curves of the Earth.You are the wedding with no vowsNeeded to accompany usOn this stilled voyage. I see clouds that radiate your skinIn the perspiration of searing highlights.I see the world born upon your shoulders,Adorned with the vastness of countless textures.Beauty wanders,Carrying petals in arms,Stems to walk upon,With love to…
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Hold on,Dear,Keep onThe tightness to a ropeAbout your bleeding wrists.The world has drenched youIn unguarded sleep.You are two eyes too heavy,Too despondentTo see the crown above your head,While you toil about in motionless dread. My wants,Our cures.Our bleedingFor what is pure.A love that knows no hideousnessOf reprieve.Why would we desire freedom?Why ever yearn to be…
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Can it be here Where we stare Into our eyes, cold as one, Though, warm as none?
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Build the blocks to where I seeYour heart gravitating to me,The blood I forge to have me transferLove to let your wishes be answered.Sing your pleading songs of mercy,That I might end your sorrows down. Love stoops in its pull,Lust washes form in its lull.To sleep, we go, to end the keepOf arms that reach…
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The dream, the dreamOf porcelain, so keen,Dancing about my mind, in its sleep,Waking to the sun for its keep.I dream with golden textures as its hue,Coddling the romance, becoming brand new. She sways,She sashays,With sparkles for resplendence,With agony for remembrance.I nurture her groundThat she might grow,I listen for soundsThat she might call back. I bleed…
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I blacken, with such sounds,The motions of my feeble arms,The blue awakening of my skies,To drown in your cloudsThe harrowing blue curves of your tears. You count the petalsSpring unleashesTo the scented winds,Breathing sweetTouches of longing. You hold out a handThat I may kiss.You take a standWhere I may catch you,Should you fall. Your eyes,…
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You seek rose where there are only throesOf winter’s disheartened remorse.White releases all the dread of a forlorn momentWhere existence compels imperfection.I kiss, and kiss, againThe breath of an exiting sighFrom two lips, raised highOn a contorted face that leaves us doubtfulWithin the greatest of love’s perfection. Through the darkYou seek winter’s throes.Disheartened remorseOf the…
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You were two pieces to faultThe dagger thrust down the wrong edgeOf this fragmented hopeKept in a hollow heart.Unshaken symmetryKeeps love the holiest delusion.You grow tears like seeds for newest applesTo conjure up starved beginnings. My wings come unshaken,Broken, and tattered.All like the pride I destine myself with,To the pain that drives me down.The rain…
Modern Romanticism 