Creative Writing
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Sheets Desperate to bleed The same unity of purity. Her eyes Form the same blue as my skies. I needed only To grow anew A love I had nested in my heart Naked, and never wanting to start On the same journey. My fingers, They trembled in the loneliness. My grief Has new meaning to…
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She wilted For me to gather her up In the fields where lay her fallen dewdrops, Like her wings to shed a million feathers. She was crushed With the wind against her mountains, Her eyes against the storm. I drew beauty’s faith close, As it gave me a chance To raise love, anew. Her love…
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To love is the biggest risk for any human. It involves more risk than what it takes to be respected, or to be feared. If such is the case, then why do romance novels depict a relationship like perfection? It is not believable, to say the very least. What happened to tragedies? What happened to…
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Your eyes Clad in red, Clad in the anger of my moments I was so doubtful To my destination. My direction Has always been to your arms. My breath Has always been to your lips. My heart Beats in rhythm to your own. You are in my eyes, My blood flows with your veins, The…
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Watch me As I gather your limbs In a roundabout Your aching form. You lay yourself back on the soil, Expecting it to take you Back to the hollow world Of your heart, without something to fill That nest, That void I could never avoid. I will be there. I will fix the flaws That…
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Touches and glances, Breathing fog on streetlights, Swaying hips in the absence of passersby On the walkway of shops and stands. You are there for the melt Of your kiss against my hollow self.
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There is no time to speak such words Of my love, for a thousand years. I want to kiss your eyes, Hold your cries, Swear the pain away To be removed by love. I want to wrap my arms around you, I want to hold everything of you. I want to kneel before you To…
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Blackened sheets, Wet by bad memories. Blackened pillows, Stained by her tears. She gave up on the dream In the cruelest fashion. Still, I caught a drop of passion Just as bright as the gleam Fighting its way Past her gaze to her lips. For she whispered a desire To me, buried beneath the mire,…
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I did not grow tears from eyes. I merely laughed from a gaping wound. A heartless, Senseless man, I have become. I do believe my arms could wrap your bleeding spirit, Whole and wide In them. I do believe my blood is hotter than yours, While yours stays stagnant In the veins that neither run…
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Your presence In my loneliest of hearts, Is the greatest absence In this darkest of shelters. You once held winds In arms, Loosening birds From your mouth, Letting freedom be your call. I stayed the ocean for you, For your waves to reach me. I gave to Heaven its befitting fire, Letting sighs be what…
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She held a needle there, Sowing black upon white In the din of my screams, Of my descension In the fragile night That I lost everything. She wanted for me Comfort, to be Something identical to the one I gave to her In the throne room While she sat, under the moon. I threw her…
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She wrote of bliss On a long line of my reprieve, While I sought to leave All the while, nestled Within her arms, in the storms Of her eyes. I cast symmetry Out of me. The fragments, the pieces Are better suited to my reflection And my resurrection Has more of an edge, than smoothness.…
Modern Romanticism 