Creative Writing
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Leave behind the dust From your faded heart. In the rust, we combined Red and red to make blood. Leave behind those closed doors That were eons ago Opened to the sounds of strife, Creating romantic panic. I had scorned too much of you. Now I am through With the enforcement Of what I have…
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As I escape Into your face, I behold a paradise of bewilderment. You have dropped off Tears, to make an ocean. Your sadness is a bold reckoning To the lonely sphere, called Earth. I am enfeebled By your hollowness, As you renounce what we left Behind, in the debris. What did you notice Upon that…
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How dearly I’ve recalled In these few moments, to this time, The beauty I must describe, near to wine. Oh, love With your bluest of gazes, Startling me as though I’ve stepped Off of ground To the abyss of an ocean. Oh, love With your scarlet cheeks, Making me believe I bleed with the color…
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Edge yourself On the end of the tight rope, For it is the last bitter release Before the middle is cut. For upon the stem, Midnight becomes the image Of two connected hearts. Am I the roots, While you are the bud? The thorns! They are on the road to travel To you. Though, the…
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I dreamed of entwining with you, In the finality of our youth. You spoke words that came to me as whispers. You dreamed of the world apart, While I saw it together. You fought with destiny, While I sought To make it breathe. You grovelled on the floor, At the face of death, While I…
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Darkened complexion Is mine for the telling of sadness. She dropped off my arms To the stillness of the Earth, Frozen in a comparison To where she found a new bed For her form to lay, For her lips to say, “This is the end.” My angel has fallen, Loosened upon the weight of pain,…
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Our skin sold us For the mud of graves. Our flesh melted off Bones as white as the clouds, Upon those dry days Without sounds. Chained in the ways of death, Chained, though without breath For our eyes can only see ahead, Having not viewed below To our feet, where hands grasp us, as gods.…
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Let me haunt your flesh To rise from its place beneath Soil and trees. I want to see how pale you’ve become, Of how solemn your eyes have been stained, Of how wishful your voice has hurried itself, Of how morbid it is, That those tears of yours merely hang there To never fall. Why…
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We are sailingTo the winds at our backs,To the freedom that says,“Do not turn back,For there is nothing you lack.”As the clouds part,It is the only storm to ever close,While ahead is the light. We are drifting to the sunrise,Not the sunset.Though, the west be aflameWith the fires of distress,Glimpses of power grasped by filthy…
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The faltering She’s thrown to the moon. The tears She has dropped to the Earth. The ridicule She has received from the sun. All this, and then some To remind me of what could not be won. I bleed from arms that hold only empty air Poured from my leaking throat That has been slit…
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Steps are taken, Steps are walked Down towards the heavy shores Where a maid plays her harp To the sounds of the gulf, She adores. I am in the arms of emptiness, As my form makes up The universe, eclipsed from light. The purpose in love Is to feel its warmth, To feel the wash…
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Adam and Eve Put her to sleep By a rosy flame In the nested deep. I swore I could lose her Before sunrise, For her sickness swelled, As her chest rose and fell With laboring breaths Of a winded bird. Adam and Eve saw the snake I was, Told me that they’d obey Whatever I…
Modern Romanticism 