Creative Writing
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How many eyes can perform the ocean’s settling To be drowned of itself, To form the desert, at its feet? I am your new light That exists, only to be in fright Of many whiles, where tears are shed, As skin is shed Over the Hell I call my home, Over the well that collects…
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Fall with waves That lean towards the pedestal Where I am seen Raised, upon the trunk of eternity. I am still too numb To see any higher Beyond the mere vessel That sails, only to move With the wind, With the current, In the fading hours of this frozen dream.
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Do not try To wrap your arms around my bleeding body When I am attempting to let go Of the blood that flies. I am attempting to let go of the book Full of pages, stung by the ink, Of feelings that have turned into the blackness Of their ebony shape, Laid upon the white…
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How many tears Must soak the glass in my cup? How many Will leak from the shallowness of my eyes? For all I’ve seen Is the backwards of me, As I surface through The sun with its smallest share of darkness, Because it cannot warm the universe Where I am lost. I feel ice Upon…
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What rained scarlet With the dying moon? Her razor tongue Dries the porcelain away from the newest life, That falls into oldest death. I am one trip away From leaving this place Forever, away from the decay That leaves a taste upon my own tongue, While her bitterness is still Upon my lips. Love unmentioned…
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Murder is a quickened route For a heart made of silver, Sculpted by ivory hands, To make the wares for meals set in place Upon the table, Where nothing goes to waste. I am, in the eyes of a distorted relative of mine, The man whose love could cross the shallows of Hell To reach…
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Piloted tensions, Overwhelming decisions To create the flames, that do not ever descend Down towards the waters, For not even such shimmers of such puddles Wish to reach for their mothers, For their skies, Of where they were let loose. Does rain fall, Or do tears? I have welcomed love, like a black cloak about…
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Let loose the tendrils To your chestnut locks That twist sideways, Curling towards your eyes, Leaving sparks of this very lust That clouds life into a moment, frozen in the wasted Years of our plentiful time. You have beauty that exists, Though does not exist. You mark your path through an entertainment Of many forgotten…
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Without a tear Swimming in the chalice of my defeat, I can only revel In the unspoken laughter, Unspoken prayers, That hide behind a layer of mist, Clouded by judgement upon my poor self. I eat tears to breathe In the dust of a thousand miles of lonesome journeys. I once loved with the heaviness…
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Our bliss, Our entrance Into secrets untold by the firelight, Raining down your back Are my words that do not fade Like that of the sparks upon the rising tendrils Of flame. Let a burn capture the highlights Upon your cheeks, As the stare of your eyes Allows radiance to grow greater than the sun…
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Within the disease of myself, Or of everything around, I steal myself the closest glance Of one who cries When I cannot laugh. I cannot frown, Nor can I smile. For what purpose does it entail When I am drowned by the retail Of different emotions that cannot stand On the rivers of streets, Within…
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Swallow me, Darkened hearts, Ruptured souls, For I vent out the wishes of a dismembered child Who breathes his own gulps of blood upon the stones. A man, as a child, As a servant to protest Of one discarded soul. I do not suffer enough The remains of my youth. Life has enveloped me, while…
Modern Romanticism 