Creative Writing
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Who holds the rose Against the tide of hurt? Who holds the stem against The flowing blood, Acting as the dam, Acting as the building Where I may pray For a new love, To be thrown over my grieving heart, Like one velvet robe, Comforting my lonely spirit? Who says that the idea of love…
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How deep can you fill this cup Full of your woeful tears? Your heartache was a shared one, Full of the glimpses to an ended world. Can this emptiness spill over Of my cupped hands? I have a solitary planet travelling through the milky texture Of my porcelain cheek, Like embracing a nebula When it…
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Awaken me, For my pain, The burning Is becoming forgotten. I hold upon the face of a clock, With my left hand in the grasp of a minute, As my right hand is in the grasp of a second. Was I too early, Or was I too late To take you? All that I kiss,…
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No one so much as relevant Did see me part ways With the irises, the coloring Of a world so vast, so in-depth with meaning As a woman with a tulip pressed against either cheek, As someone whose future begins to see itself, Over again, in the dried lakes. You were, Again, in my mind,…
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Where were these sticks Crossed over shallow mud? Like my heart, nude in the wind of your sighs, It came highest, to point out among the grain. I lost all, With truest signs, to accompany me In the soil, in the leaves. I feel the weights, Among the mirrors, Hollow in how deep Goes me,…
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Without thee, I’ve committed to be The lone man, with nothing to hold. Can I hold a ghost, in these weary arms? I cannot, though would love to Weep for the first time. I cannot, though would love to Kiss a woman, again. It would not be like the first. I create stars for my…
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When my world turned a shade of coal, A shade of ebony. A shade too many the detail of corruption, As you departed, free from me. You were the many sails atop the ship, The many hours for the diseased patient Who spits blood upon their immaculate attire. You were the essence of the wind,…
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Love called the dust away From the ropes you carry in your arms, As you walked free from the ladder That carried your will. Do not end, this way When I still love you. Eyes are all that is left, Before they ever close. Do not lose What we hold between us, Not the ropes,…
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Walk with me, I implore you, Through busy sunrises Where eyes meet Like when the moon eclipses the sun. Your face upon mine, Lips nestled and entwined. Your white against my blaze, As I see through the fog and haze. I lifted myself From shallow smog In a city’s atmosphere of heat. I wanted you,…
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Grand as the world stands Idle, upon my knees. Your face, buried in my grasp Of two palms to each of your cheeks. Let love travel in circles, Like all cycles to life. Let love reach its destination Back to the happiness of yesterday. I love the wind for its freedom, Among the ocean for…
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Something leaves wounds open Like the cracks in the soil, to make the rivers. Something forms time, Though it will not come. Something creates sounds for listener’s ears, Though I am deaf. With all of my pain, I hold my future, in rotting hands. I speak with brittle words, Reciting delicate verses. I write down…
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Keep thy aromatic form within the soil, Anointed in oils, To which the priests did select. You were given praise by those of God, For I am meager, in contrast. My love is nothing, it seems To His own. Reincarnate yourself, in His womb, In His paradise. Leave the rest behind In the dismal leaves,…
Modern Romanticism 