Creative Writing
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The tears surround, Like oceans that are birthed From my growing eyes. They lift, Though pull back At the sight of the skies That cry ever greater streams To the tenderest dreams I once had of you. Why of pain, Does it need to rain? Why of this grief, I must remain in disbelief? We…
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Tell me stories, Sing me songs Of quiet verse by firelight. You’ll tell of your pain to the searing flame That grows not merely in the hearth, Though in your heart. You will speak, Will you not? Of all avenues where your eyes track The simplest reprieve you’ve always lacked. To something you want to…
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Let loose your feathers, Your wings come unfurled To the blood of romance. You curl your eyes to the sunset, Radiant upon your back. I seek to draw back a lock Invading the space in your sight, To be behind your ear At the spot where I let stay my hand. You are contented, As…
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How is it the new books describe What the old books already wrote? You were the mattering For a perfect world. My eyes see glimmers. Perhaps it is the stars that I witness, Perhaps the beautiful moon over a lake, Though it is only my tears. My understanding Of what is so real as death,…
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How do you cry? How do you sing To rain tears upon your empty lap? I once loved, As I try, once more To love the stillness of frozen skies For my taking. You try to roam As I see you go To bathe yourself in the stream Leaking of your eyes. I wield a…
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What can one take apart of the dead? My spirit coiled about her naked self Is left to be trimmed by fate, Disposed upon the railroad, listless and waving a mere finger To the horrors on the bloody ceiling, The reddened skies. Falsify me To the awaited, opened wrists. Remind me Of something I once…
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Let me lean towards the spires, The cathedrals and their masses seem to let me go. I field the work full of snow, Full of seeds, that rain to melt. I kneel in the dirt, to hope that I am chosen. Life has left me broken, upon her scars. Will God let me rain The…
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Leave me drying The ends of my bloody fingers Upon this inferno Of stinging malevolence. Her nightmare was my scream, As her tears were my gleam. Her beauty rushes as the waves Atop my running eyes. She dressed with the fervency Of a thousand glistening clouds Never parted, to last As the eternal storm Above…
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Feel bliss, The folding kiss That stains the wholehearted gain Of our inevitable future, in this pain. You desire hope, Yet I lapse Into a contrast, On the side of grief and bedeviled life. Your eyes Part ways with the water To see the fires that are stilled, Stiller than the frozen ocean, For that…
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Your darkness Comes as natural, as the erosion atop your skull. Your form, wicked and tasteful, Graceful, in where it steps Between a noose made of your strands. The smoothness Above your brow, Where a halo is lacking Holds a temple in your isolation. I am stilled, by your empire Of purest loneliness. Of your…
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Hold yourself Close to your beloved thorns, Bleeding your arms to be dried. You caress your wounded heart Like a pup That has lost its own mother. I believe truth Can be as changeable As the weather, As your expressions, As your form when it ages, As your fingers when they wilt Like the petals…
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Did we die well In the passing Hell, By love that was hurled from our hearts To the emptied streets? Street lights pass us Without our motioning forward Through the time that constitutes death Upon its bleak shoulders. We were dreamers Loving the sails more than the waters. For it was the ocean that drowned…
Modern Romanticism 