Creative Writing
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Return to me Sadness of my missing symmetry. There is grief to expel From rotting moments Under fingers sharp as glass, Piercing my neck To send forth sighs without parted lips. Your eyes round the table, Warning me Of the doom that surrounds the corners. Love leaves a stain For the nuptial gain. My parted…
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Would you meet me To hear me speak Of all truth that will make me weak? Upon my knees, I plead For the faces that stream out to the reeds That bend to the wind, As eyes watch the sun drop from the sky’s forehead More afflicted with fever, of blue Than the yellow of…
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She was laced In the straw found from fields, Revealing sculptures I can surely bleed. From between ivory towers Where greed Runs up to flee In any amount I can see Of the source to her craving, While my ideals are stepped on by heels. I count the waves, Numbered in the knowing Of what…
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I drop my weights Like stepping stones, For in vain, I believed, I could cross the river Made of tears not meant to Go on, forever. Your blood Runs in me. I will never leak a thing from my heart. All beauty to your face, All sensation to this embrace. I want to call you…
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Here’s to beauty On its road to an unending destiny, Travelling with the waves Smothered by crimson, Torn by the shore. Here’s to a love That froze on its wings, Losing its sails, Tearing its mast, Breaking its hull. Here’s to your bleeding spirit That withers So like the engulfing terrain, The Hellish pain That…
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Blue radiance, The sky held up firmly In your closing eyes. You will shut yourself to what fogs the embers That run off your throat, to the wind. I lay a kiss against your hand In hopes that you will stand With your face pressed to the rising sun. Decades meet centuries In my timeless…
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A waltz With hands that reach Towards the hole Torn from the Earth. I breathe my dust over a memory That stays to write fewest litanies To me, the scribe to my own psalm. She waits there With an ocean to call a storm. She resides there Across my desperate mile, Where stares are sinking…
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She lost her gaze, Lost her place Among time’s worn end To her life in the tallest grass That can ever reach her fingers above, Her corpse below. I bleed a sickness related to hers, As I set the bouquet down to my feet. Her eyes were mine in their capturing, While her lips were…
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I dream of fog Lifted to my sight, Stilled in my bed As I am, Lost in the dream of burial, There is a face that does not look back. It sinks With me, in its arms, Away to the moon, away to mourn The love of a departed figure Who stood there within the…
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I see thee Laid, to be scrawled in entering words To my few empty pages. I am but the scar that represents the lines, As you are the ocean that leaves me blank. I call moments Apart, To be left on the start, The beginning of the page Of every crease. Your mind is my…
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Hold up our halos, While we must Leak Heaven’s light from streams of plight, Gleams and screams Born into another, Wide with every open crack Of a wound upon the flesh. I could freeze space, Let us lick our own taste In blood, of iron That streaks a tiresome roar Upon its tracks. Our life…
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She holds curtains Before her trailing eyes, Then asks the world, “Where were all those loathsome goodbyes That never came, before the end?” Trails come as journeys To tears, never-ending. For her, life threw turns to her, Sobbing beneath the blackest veil Thrown over trembling shoulders. Her neck is a bath For the bucket, the…
Modern Romanticism 