Creative Writing
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A great washTo my bleeding arms.A great streamTo where skin comes,Uncleaned.She is the bath to makeWithout puddlesTo leave.She is the musicOf no notes. My love cries the worldAsunder.My love screams the worldIn thunder. She is the serpentWithout a worldTo swim through.A long tail matches the longest river.A stream of matching tearsTo the one, with fangs,…
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Without the flock,You are astray.Without the embraceFrom the wind, to thee,You are free,Though wild.Without seeing the sun,You darken before the moon. You bleed out old colors,To cover the newPages of forgotten worlds.Your lips touch the sky,Coloring yourself heavenly.You send out dropletsOf your blood-red tears.You are, in this world,A painting without a frame,A movement without a…
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From the shadows,Show yourself.Spread your gleam,From legs, that are lean.Spread your stare,Catching much, so aware.Drown the blueInto the mountain’s white,As you may bathe the greenOf lazy summers,Of captured weathers,Of swaying leaves,Of turning brushIn the high-enough spillage of gold. Upon your shoulderIs nested your hand.We are as two warm loversIn the covering of mossOver stones.For we…
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Are you here to findThe petals or the lost brushOf too many burned leaves?They have rained, you know,From a higher templeThan the one we’ve gathered ourselvesWith feet placedTo see the rising stars. Thy gaze,Thy mazeTo be lost inBeside the arms that reachLike boughs,Like the gloom,Like the shadowsThat grow longer by your fallen eyelids. I am…
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Step away,Dear DevilFrom your sepulcherOf dancing flames,Of chilled embers,I wish to breathe,I wish to breathe. I wish to sing songs away from sadness,I wish to dance, parted from the blackOf decay and sickness. Your eyes,Your smile,Your way to walkWith each swaying curveOf your falling blouse,Of your running dress. Your green eyes,Wild as the fields they…
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Start starvingYour eyes to the fallen tears.Start believingIn God’s realm,Infinite as the universe is dark.Start dreamingThat joy shall come up, to sweep usTo the next eternity,Away from life’s short one. Start blackeningYour limbs, against the smelter.Start whiteningYour face to be forgedAnew, of something better thanThe miseriesWe’ve too much plunged for. I love you, as a…
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How many tearsCan fit the frame?Using my ink for the note,Using my pain for the portrait.Desires maddened and longed forUnder the disused mattress, where I lay,Beneath the bed, where I stay. I stayTo hold your handIn the smallest goodnightsFaint, through a whisper.I swear, I escaped a tunnelOf your stare,Though the memoryAmong all its searing flashbacksRemains…
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Recite words,Create verbs,Renounce your pleasantriesOf too many yesterdays.Make your moment specialWith the pain I will bring.Thorns in your hairOf a savior, unaware. Make your moment a musical dance,Free, with ebony sculptures,Motionless feet,Rendering deceitUpon bloody puddlesWhere reflections show conceit,Desires abound.You’ll see what can come to be. Love is a twitchOf your fingers in this Hell.Love lullabiesYour…
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All tears come shatteringTo the pale mirror,Showing a dire reflectionOf something caught aflame.Was it between your legs,Or in your mouth?Was he ever in your arms,Or caught in your hair? Your beautyIs rain.A showerOf small fragments.You have become dividedUnder the notesUpon a piano, reciting the hymn,The requiem of torment. You have shattered the strings,Hanging by a…
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Worry your bitter tearsAway from this winter,As Spring shows its green head,To my eyes, in red petals,To your eyes, in thorns. You run your hand along the stem,Sharpening your sadnessWhen your palm goes to meet your gazeStaring with such futile remorse.You bleed this winter through. The biting pain,The graven cold,The silencing shame,The somber moldOf your…
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Always,AlwaysOne moment to the next,Of one discontent to anotherBringing back such crueltyWe had designed for the past,Not for our steps, ahead. We seem to be,Seem to beDrunks, for sadness.Life grows cruelty,HardshipUpon the sharpest thorns,Upon the makeshift births. Nothing is natural,Ever naturalAbout this viewWe have not made,Though the world conjures upAs the wavesFor us to swim.…
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Wipe your eyes cleanNot belonging to the presence of pain.You are a sorry sightWith stillness to each shallow breathThat comes upA throat as hollow as a whisperYou make, as you shudderUpon the fright of your night. Let your eyes raise upBlue iris for blue sky.The windswept tears need to make itAway from thee, and over…
Modern Romanticism 