Creative Writing
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Your eyes, Cast from molten marble, Merged in a skull, of thickened ivory, Loosened treachery. Sweet on the skin, does your tongue lick the seeping Sweat, though it looks to me like blood. Allow me what cannot be found Anywhere else, As the corrosion of vast erosion, The burning of something too gentle, Too weak…
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Throwing my heart to the moon, Telling stories, Wile my arms are empty and wide As the moon is faceless. Telling a past by my fault Is as hurling pages to the flame To be singed like skin That had been touched by a woman’s sin. I want to adore What I abhor. Though, the…
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Face the flood For my realization, in love That to waste time, is to waste life Beside the one who has hugged merely strife. I have given all, As you have given nothing. All of my heart is swollen upon the tomes Of empty pages. Depression is a man’s companion When his Nature is tested,…
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How long have you stayed awake To forge the night from your eyes? I wish to see What your scarlet heart has dreamed Beyond the realm of sleep. When you begin to sigh Let the pain slip by From hands that have shielded your face, Under covers, where blood is to taste From marks where…
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Keep the fall Central, with the snow That comes upon your palms Under the heat of your stare. You are The woman without a plea To make, in the nighttime openness. Two eyes That deign to cry For a wilderness, beneath my sight. At my feet Where stepping stones are imagined, I am committed to…
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Start drinking The solace, with the air of your breathing As Heaven rips away from your throat, Coated with the silver of the moon. I have come as the groom, With you, the bride, Holiness has reprieved loneliness As circles surround fingers, Gold and timeless. I want to cry All the words in my language,…
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It is that My love has become so wild, So much like the adoring child That my eyes begin to stare At the wrong breath, the wrong air. My face begins to move For the lonely kiss. It is that my eyes do not wish For sleep to be. My yearnings are stemming From the…
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My sadness leads me on, With reigns that are whipped by the wind That takes my tears ahead Towards the abyss of my destination. Will I simply fall over To see her? Or, will I simply fall? I long have bent a knee To the sky With its current of flowing clouds That dropped water…
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Garments unfold Upon the tracing of your naked outline, While you hold out your hand As I hand you a kiss. My love, breathe your desire to reach the Heavens, For my longing is just. As the serpent can coil about our colors Frozen in shape, within the frame, We can peer, we can spy…
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Overcome, as I might, The candles of the past That light their way back to an eclipse Of all my memories stored in an urn, Where titles are burned to scarlet flesh, As eyes are more the shadows Than the pages of history. I am facing the tides of the future That whelm me in…
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Salient, and unseen Has been the portrait, that captures your complexion Among each crevice, to fall into To the deepness, of your flesh, Among its depth, in knowing what had passed Being the time, that remained frozen. All had passed Was my hands, to pull free, the veil To see twin suns, pointing their lighthouse…
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How can I call life a true existence, In the marriage of death? You were all that I came to be, Kissing out those songs for eternity. I truly knew That you were true For the arms that have held only the collected stones Dropped from eyes, left not sown. I wanted life beside the…
Modern Romanticism 