Creative Writing
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Wake me on the edges of her created lakes, Formed from streams, from raining eyes. Life drops loosely From the one without love, Without two irises raised, above To the universe, that crashes in her own. The lakes receive meteorites. Simple stains, remain On her harrowed bosom That beats so fiercely beneath the hovering moon.…
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She kicks her legs Free, to the passing wind. She motions kisses to my direction, Commanding new gusts to be let loose From an opened mouth, for hurled sighs. I have brought myself to this place To view her eyes, for how they sparkle, To view her skin, for how it glows, To replace my…
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Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won’t ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won’t be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you’ve stayed in the bleak,…
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Don’t startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world’s ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut…
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The inherent point in a sequel is to build upon every aspect to its predecessor. It is never to make it “different” in any way possible. If an author wants to make something be different for the sequel, then they should write an entirely new novel. For the former, to the next, in the row…
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For the parted wilderness Under your eyes, in the denseness of gray, We’ll come together to play Bleeding upon the gardens beneath our feet, Like children without cause, With laughter without pause. I am in your temple, Here to view you naked, Like a stone had found some undertaking By a different artisan, Besides the…
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Truth is the iris, Burning brightly from love’s crown, Desiring to fall the kingdoms down Upon feet, stepped in the virgin snow, Deep in the mire, With hearts lit by fire. You have veins, You have vanity Kissed by a mouth, ripe as fruit, Kissed by another set Of amorous lips. Why fall, To catch…
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Our chest lacks fruit, Lacks the wisdom so red, in its sweetness, Lacks the beauty of an ocean, Lacks its depth. We have lost a heart, Along the trail to the never-ending mile. As I lift a curl from atop your eye Drifting from an unseen place, atop your head, I witness a kingdom I…
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Watch me, oh hope, While the rivers, take me Down with, the slopes Under, my cheeks. It is tears, that wash, their way, towards safety. I had buried myself, in arms, Only to turn up, to a face, empty and listless, Faulted, for my agony. Watch me, oh hope, For I have reached, the end,…
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Love is the Devil’s madness, as it will remain God’s laughter. We describe how such an injection from a divine one, will be for humans, in their evil, to be something unlike what they simply desire. Blue is the color of tears, while green is the color of growth. Can we have the latter, without…
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Present strength, as one would love. Present weakness, as one would be loved. Oh, love, how it causes dividing currents to be conjoined, unified, under the waking hours of the rising sun. Its burning forehead, so much our fever to a dying night in our sweats, where we said that tomorrow could not come quick…
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Among all clashes Of the iron lashes, There leaves you, the wooded woman Of many boughs to many arms, Many leaves, Many groans Left upon your lips, Much to start, of the wide hips. You are the growth, though without a smile, You share oceans with the world’s denial, You leave colors upon the setting…
Modern Romanticism 