Creative Writing
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He heals pain, Wallows in their shame, Wants to conceal the cracks within life, Wants to hold the world upright. He turns it silver, As his tears in the moonlight. He holds a candle to the dim barrage Of a halo above it, To the moon, at its summit. He holds the empty pages For…
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Can you see? Oh, God, Can you see How the waters travel from people’s eyes? They curl against walls, Against the passersby shadows, To make rivers from their snaking movements. Rivers run To the ends of roads, Reddest in the sun, Blackest beneath the moon.
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Has your fashion Run out of place? Your eyes just hang there Like the coats within your wardrobe. Your body is a glimpse of your decrepit self, By your glance Into a fractured mirror. I can’t give love To a one Loathsome, in the flesh, By her eyes Deathly, upon her demise. Scorn your age,…
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Round your hips, My arms enclose. Across your lips, My words unfold. You have been lost for many miles Of unspoken loneliness, Dreaming of watching eagles To gift your freedom. You lose To then gain A symptom of unguarded pain. Passion can alight All of us In our waking from an extended nightmare. Fires can…
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How wild your locks stream Within the wilderness of your screams. Tree limbs brace for the weather Of your forgotten forever. You have tears running Like when the sky cries. You falter in your own storm, You tear down walls too high for you, You ruin yourself in the buildings received with stones. You are…
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Who bleeds for me, To who forgets me? Who causes themselves to decline To my level? Who waits for me While I dine on ashes? There is a pebble To be hurled into a lake. There is tall grass Where there is fire to burn it. I seem to have leaked A tear to cross…
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The man in me Is beginning to wane. He sees his own grave As more attractive Than where he could be saved. The mind of me Is losing its affection For something sane. The waves About him, look so grim. Pull back your mask, I say to my reflection. Seal yourself, with a hollow lock…
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Let loose your trail To never curve. You have smoothness running over the mountains, With rapidity over the lakes, While winds move straight. I see danger for its miles, Though you’ll walk forward To the snowy hills. Your arms will spill The radiance by the light of the sun, For me to follow, For me…
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Call yourself The angel without wings, The preacher without a church, The savior without a crown, Though will you perish For the world, in how it has languished? You lack What you can bring back To hearts without their fire, To hearts Without higher Feelings full of erupting pleasure. My friend, in your feebleness, Please…
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Lift your sleeping self To the rising sun Baring a light upon your forehead, In the stillness of your heart’s death. I wash light, Like I wash your arms. I waste light, Like I waste dinnertime kisses. All I taste is the bitterness Of iron Upon the tracks that race the train Towards the extended…
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It is only That tears can drown a dream Straight into the firelight Beholding its own bright gleam. Drops, so far from the whiteness Of springtime innocence. As an infant, I wept, Though not for this. I was weeping for pains I did not understand. Do I still? I am tears. I am in the…
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Stars, that rise High upon the spirited plain, Drain my eyes into petals, Drain my spirit into endeavor, Drain my body from pleasure. You grew two stones in either hand Where one I called my heart, The other I called this world. I was skipped, The other still spun Upon its own oceans. I remained…
Modern Romanticism 