Creative Writing
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Drop those petals, Leaving me to count them, Loosened from your eyes, Loosened from your cries, Extended by your sighs In a breeze as sweet as the seed That grows the next bud for your love That you will let wilt To leave the next trail. How has love been, to you? How has life…
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So much of a daughter Resounds as the oceans within your smile. How are we able, to stay so stable In arms, as we quake like the Earth? My only excuse for life Is to make you my wife. I have stopped so short on the path for a man’s ambition, I have made an…
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Among the beauty, Among the clarity Of ceaseless moments, there was you With the roundest, fullest gaze Drowning out my harbored haze. You stilled teardrops Before they fell, to their collections in Hell. You slew the demons, as they were plenty, Drawing from my well, to make me empty. My love, with open arms to…
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Fold back your tears, Lunge forth your gaze Upon the silver streaks That leak from a hollow man’s black eyes. There is blood, running like rivers Over wrists, that receive no kiss. There are tears That aim to fall, from somewhere so tall At the highest leaf, from the lowest grief. There will be stains…
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This home, Made of fire, Burned by hands and remembrances Of something cold, though dear. Love was something I could tell Was something that could be away from Hell, From the grief, from the sting of pain, From the endless shame. Who are you, I ask To the reflection, before me? There are trees That…
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Without your ink on my page, I am merely the blandness, The white-out for the memories That once held me in the stillness For captivation. For without your sheer presence, My mind is but the torment To my unending youth. All I caress, is the pain that pours down On the leaves, that gather at…
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Struggle, as I mightTo list the words that reflect backSickness, to my heart,For what I see upon the flowing pagesThat receive the endless wordsIs the guilt that replaces me, by a flood,By a hole,By a voidThat sticks to my fractured flesh,Sticks to my pleading voice,Attached upon my anguished self. Leave me to count the stars,For…
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How sad You walk, How frail You talk, Among the slopes that descend your stare, Among the clouds above your head Where falls your hair To be seen for its sheen, Within the area of your limitless bosom. A heart that calls to a start Of betterment that lasts for moments more Than ever you…
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Still in a cusp, Folded hands that are pressed Against my expressionless face, Without a place To truly set my heart Where only fields roam, on their own, Where only oceans run, without the sun. I hold darkness, close to heart As idleness is something common To my emptied Hell, To my fullest well. Draining…
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As I lift myself To the scorning sun, Leaving the dirt to mold itself The hollow raindrops of an unborn storm That fell the words out of God’s mouth. He saw you Where you were buried On an evening of a moonlit shore. For I remember Tears running away from me, Words whispered on fractured…
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Leaving loosened tresses Upon the shores, where currents dance As the sun raises A highness, a glow upon cheeks that were meant for The many lugubrious kisses. She has deceit, that sometimes loosens All tears to cross the delicate slopes On the highest rocks. I am, as I want The love, to remain While the…
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Without thee, Folded, clasped in arms that do not break Against the wind, I have emptied My heart into a solemn void. What kisses are there, to make for The endearment of a thousand more Like yours? What replacements Can I fathom for the taking Of those, I will dispose, When none come near, to…
Modern Romanticism 