Creative Writing
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My hands reach down to wash The ivory from my face, The bitterness from my taste, The dirt from my heart, The dust from my soul, Before all else becomes the toll, The reaped reward Of a single penny in a fountain, The single minuscule Worth, of a million more droplets of this bronze, Because…
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Un-adored, as you were, Dressed in solemn midnight Beneath waves that retreat, Though do not leap Towards the next place for us to weep, Towards the spot we’ll love to seep Emotions down into a well Of startled hearts. Has no one questioned Why the moon possesses more faces Than the mere warmth of the…
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Turn back to face The storm that does not leave, For that is where you feel truest Without me. I watch from the clouds To sense darkness in the shroud That encases your temples, That throws over your light, Smothers your sight, In the agonies you face, in those deep dreams, In the findings you…
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As what quakes Is what breaks The ice to the melted heart, Having once quivered to each beat Hollow upon the river, Nurtured to each shiver, Staining the mind With age. My blue is my deep Memory in my eyes, While something seems to speak Deep in the flames, Nested in the grains That wash…
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Something speaks The universe from your eyes, The blood from your veins, The sentences from your soul, The messages from your heart, When two men go missing From the era of your desire. Poor simpleton, To the pyre They have went, with your heart in their stake. The flames grew higher, The scents grew taller,…
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Wed roses together, When we share together Deep moments, until the wreckage of hollow moons, Under the gaze with harbored tears, When faded photographs Are yours to swear Were not together there With the failing of your heart. You have music to play? Then, play it, Sound it In the drums of drunken song. All…
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When hearts tangle veins in a circle, When motionless beats are unfurled as loosened seeds, When beginnings are reaped, as endings are sowed, When miles are left for the ocean that sweeps All else into its bottomless form. What hunger can I reign into you To have what is left for me? I come in…
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Fill me with the contents of your well, While the noose holds the breath in your nostrils. White me out on the page, While you despair to think of the next day, When either a funeral or a pyre Shall eclipse the last flame of our hearts. A lie to see me lasting Only as…
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I seem to be Bequeathed by grief Under the heaviest clouds That drain my rain to fall down Freely from my open eyes. As my feet are parted, My shoulders are slack, Among the world around Where tiles shift into disproportions, As sunlight turns into moonlight, As flame turns into burning cold, As watchful gazes…
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On board the pilgrimage To the sleeping fields Where your eyes awoke to the summer’s eve, After tears were but the meadow’s dew, Your sighs, the night’s departure, Your cries, the Heaven we both cross. Upon a night’s crawl through the forests, Atop the simmering outline of your form, Through the shouldering cascades Of a…
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I saw the black circles About your sleepless eyes, Formed in the waking grief Of something lost from our hearts, Of something that quakes in the debris Of a thousand unveiled moments Where the thuds of such ruby Cannot be anymore counted. Where the blood stopped moving Freely on its path through limitless veins, There…
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When will life greet you Upon the river that moves Ten feet apart from the shoreline, Five feet apart from the skyline, One foot apart from me? For nothing is ever even in its distance From yourself, Among your woes, Among for each world that you cry for In your solitary glimpses of things that…
Modern Romanticism 