Creative Writing
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Our light Originates from beyond the Heavens, Or so I am told. I cannot believe in anything higher than love. What leaves, besides the light from her eyes? What departs, besides the life that goes astray? Even in death, she kills me. I hang from her retinas, The bold light and me, To stare at…
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Every heartbeat For each uncertainty Leads me to you, broken down in embers Above a hearth, deep in the twilight. The scent of your petals Bleed colors about In the fragrance, in the elegance Of your entwining form, With a gait deep in the mire Beneath your dancing feet. It is but a memory deep…
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To be seated Stilled, on the porch Where rain lashes your false cheeks, Resenting a smile While you breathe sighs to the summer breeze. Your depression surrounds The violet shores, The bluest stares Of those who cast in your direction Sheer bewilderment. Wonderment holds you For a future that cannot snare you, Cannot capture you…
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I begged her song to be written for me, in what colors she could pour out, from a throat made of silver. Though, I simply waited while her sigh, the last one, drew out the silver breath from her lungs, against the fiery coldness of winter. Of what I saw, of that silver breath, against…
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I see Wrapped around you in softness, The robe meant to depart From a feeble waist For the greatest taste Of one man, as me Needing to see A woman with a majesty’s form, Written over in the sand. One long line for a verse Spells each delicate curve to be conversed. Life sits still…
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Whatever will ever Come of you In the years that follow? Your eyes seat themselves on the edges Of your withdrawn eyelids, Leaned back from the bleak irises, While falling rain, As raining tresses of chestnut Merge themselves in contrast To your porcelain skin. Your eyes seat themselves on that edge, Never to look upwards,…
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Who do you grieve for, When the night has no stars? When the ice of the silent universe Encompasses the space in your mouth, For whom do you scream? He died To your satisfaction. He bled For your wounds. He left, With the wetness of your appetite, Still remaining to dine. I once was trapped…
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Close your fatal wings around me, Once more. Close your bladed arms around me, Once more, For I know you will do so To demand forgiveness. My face is kissed With lips soaked in venom. My childlike face is the maturity of a turnip, Still a seed. Her eyes see the next pain to deal…
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Oh, devil inside, Demon inside, Makeshift goodbyes Have only sought to soothe What came crashing to me as comfort, To blow it away. What was an origin, Was a womb, For I was born a monster, in a monster’s belly. Her eyes stare the world to sadness, Her form is toxic in its structure. Grown…
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Beneath her eyes, I scorned a thorn on the many roses Did color this world of ours. Beneath her stare, I felt the man I knew myself to be Was never to leave, until the sun grows cold. Beneath my veins, I drew blood from a wide stain, I knew myself for what I wanted,…
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Allow my wings, Strong arms, To embrace you, wrap you, Hold you, take you. I shall withhold you, withdraw you From the succumbing torment you’ve endured. Love has wings To take life away From itself, that stings. I endure the moments To gather the future, together in my palms. Let not the night crawl down…
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Come to me, Weeping angel. I want to wash your tears In my own birth of sadness. I want to send the sun To eclipse the moon in your heart Your face, Combined in the lace Of a million miles, draped Across, atop the craters, created By the stones that drop from your eyes. While…
Modern Romanticism 