Creative Writing
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Bless yourself,Woman of the deepOf me.Your face has raindropsSuitable for consumption.Your aroma is taxingTo my strength.I falter,I weakenBefore your might. There is seduction in every wordThat leaks freeFrom your parted mouth.I eclipse nothing of joyFor your moment in the sun.I blot out the smearsBefore they set. You no longer need to weepWhen love is there…
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The state, The waiting game Of your eyes upon the lane, Where our roads will cross, Where our fields shall know loss. As I see thee, I want to say That nothing in the world matters. Your beauty Is an image of my defeat. My arms are long As they hang. My tears wet roses…
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I am nowhere near To being held In arms so lifeless, so dear, That they drown with the waves Of your unsaid words. Your body has been laid In a murky bathtub, Filled with the tears that were never shed, Filled with the words that were never said, Filled with the blood that was never…
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Gratify me, Satisfy me With what makes you loathing Of me, In the deepest sea To where you feel. Splash me To gash me Beneath my eyes That I might drink the same demise Of your shadows pinned Upon the painted walls. I want to sleep, Though the moon is too bright, As your sight…
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I contemplate All the heavy weights Of a hundred years in the undertaking Of a life without knowing What it means to take a breath Beside the great movement to another’s chest. She has lost her sight, Though has granted me, my own. I am shielded by my own mourning. A storm of tears falls…
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How often Does a man Lead himself astray From the eyes that held the ocean, To now hold the barriers Quitting him from the dive? For you have torn me apart In your currents. I cannot bear to watch you weep With sullen smile To comfort me, for the while. You bleed, without need. I…
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Through the sea’s blushes Of sunset cast upon the endless waves Lets me through To see you Upon the ocean’s top As you are now held in coldness. Why could I release you Upon the time when suffering was remote, When you were afloat In the dream of loneliness To the Earth-less stars? Your lips,…
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Drop upon knees, More frigid than the ground beneath. You took your love by a bouquet of flowers, Dressed up as the stems, themselves, With slenderness to form, While radiant in cheeks, With love to every sentence You will ever speak. Your eyes, A cauldron for my searing. My passion bites the chords Wrapped around…
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Cold Washes the running warmth From your heart. You want an end To each bending turn Of a vein for you to follow. You will only bleed more From eyes that are cast In a direction of nowhere. Life has left you Open, like a child. Hands are splayed out To catch the droplets To…
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Can a grip Truly slip Free, from the sand More bottomless Than the sea? I hold down cradles, more dear Than up my sails. She was the terror upon the wind, I write to the journey of endless breaths. She wields the storm, My tempest, Her eyes, held in the clouds, Her face, kept behind…
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The romance With the resplendence. The wild eyes, The miserable cries. The wilderness, The loneliness, The bewilderment Of one set of lips Far enough to hear its sigh, Never close enough to taste. Her wind is let through cold Of my window. Her drear is a pressure so dear That I wish to call myself…
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The jaws open wide, Leaving me space to crawl, Leaving me gaps to enter, Leaving me miseries to console. The lips plastered there Upon her surface, One swollen By eyes of innumerable tears, Calls me to her wings. I am a rose too many In this burning bouquet I hold, in arms, steady, Though rotten.…
Modern Romanticism 