Creative Writing
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Watch me As I gather your limbs In a roundabout Your aching form. You lay yourself back on the soil, Expecting it to take you Back to the hollow world Of your heart, without something to fill That nest, That void I could never avoid. I will be there. I will fix the flaws That…
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Touches and glances, Breathing fog on streetlights, Swaying hips in the absence of passersby On the walkway of shops and stands. You are there for the melt Of your kiss against my hollow self.
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There is no time to speak such words Of my love, for a thousand years. I want to kiss your eyes, Hold your cries, Swear the pain away To be removed by love. I want to wrap my arms around you, I want to hold everything of you. I want to kneel before you To…
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Blackened sheets, Wet by bad memories. Blackened pillows, Stained by her tears. She gave up on the dream In the cruelest fashion. Still, I caught a drop of passion Just as bright as the gleam Fighting its way Past her gaze to her lips. For she whispered a desire To me, buried beneath the mire,…
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I did not grow tears from eyes. I merely laughed from a gaping wound. A heartless, Senseless man, I have become. I do believe my arms could wrap your bleeding spirit, Whole and wide In them. I do believe my blood is hotter than yours, While yours stays stagnant In the veins that neither run…
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Your presence In my loneliest of hearts, Is the greatest absence In this darkest of shelters. You once held winds In arms, Loosening birds From your mouth, Letting freedom be your call. I stayed the ocean for you, For your waves to reach me. I gave to Heaven its befitting fire, Letting sighs be what…
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She held a needle there, Sowing black upon white In the din of my screams, Of my descension In the fragile night That I lost everything. She wanted for me Comfort, to be Something identical to the one I gave to her In the throne room While she sat, under the moon. I threw her…
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She wrote of bliss On a long line of my reprieve, While I sought to leave All the while, nestled Within her arms, in the storms Of her eyes. I cast symmetry Out of me. The fragments, the pieces Are better suited to my reflection And my resurrection Has more of an edge, than smoothness.…
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While worlds remain Apart, Beneath, Over, We are the fog that does not lift From the lakes that make Our eyes. Your solace, Your peace Is soon to come, By the hounds that race Across valleys, Orchard, Lanes. I sense you in the dark, Your heart is crushed By the sweetest abandonment. For in all…
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Stricken heart, Where are you In this torment? You were loved by a sickness Of something higher Than what brought you low. A beauty so faraway Leaves my hands full of clay To sculpt this empire of scorn From eyes that are eaten and worn. Days are ripped From the future’s tip Atop the precipice…
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Poem Titles: Due for the Delicate Kiss A Drawbridge to You Love’s Wishbone A Celebration of Love and Drunkenness When Fires Shares its Words Withdrawn and Withheld To Brush a Tear Aside Lust has an Open Image My Eyes Show Tears Alive, and Unwell Candles Melting Against… Blossomed Breast Grant Him His Fortune Love, by…
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Sweetest pain Comes to take Any remnant of you From the bitterest world. Love was never the trip spent well, For I did find my comfort in Hell. You spit forth tears, in your missing passion, While I spit flame, atop buried sensations. A planet held high Over where you did die In a place,…
