Creative Writing
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Romance seems to be All that love grows to see, Of your face in my hands, Where I can bow my head to kiss All the tears away from the Earth, your cheeks, All the snow away from the fissures, your lips, All the cruelty you’ve experienced, in your eyes. Bliss is deafening, Almighty in…
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I’ll see where life crawls Back to the womb, Back to the safety of that hollow tomb, Back to the walls, the sheltering ones That mask themselves by the world’s gloom, Showing faces that do not wince, Nor eyes that do not blink. There are portraits, hanging thus Upon where safety is certain. There is…
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Do not treat The shame with scorn. I have only thought to love With eyes upon the sun, that is your heart, While my mind, the universe, is broken. Love me, as you would love a shell. Just a man of the latter, as I was once a former. Just a man of the now,…
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Love is that emotion that threads the universe to the stars. He walks with the gait of someone who comprehends something that another wouldn’t. Love that is left not felt, is what he gathers in arms so heavy. Truly the treasured emotion he finds to be comforting, can always ease the darkness in anyone, as…
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Expectations increase with each new building block to the structure, so that the whole does not collapse. This is true when an author, or even a musician to a series of albums, or a screenwriter, a playwright, a game developing company, and others, consider how they are going to top their last piece. The entire…
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Don’t let these strings loose To be unfolded at our feet, For they wrap like snakes, in coils To tie you against me. Love holds shed skin Like shed tears, We are two serpents against the other, Just the liar upon the liar, With the truth we call the truth. We have merely shed a…
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What was it, that let you loose Upon the stones, held on by the noose? Was it your simple yearning To see where the ocean travels? To see the startled birds, as you dove across To watch the tides pass by? I saw your lips smear the sand with scarlet, Though, I figured it to…
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She wore a white flag Pierced on her delicate bosom, For some man of surrender Annexed her form, during one dim night. She wore her eyes, Worn down to be discolored. She wore her cheeks, Swollen with the bruises of hands. She wore her lips, Always quivering beneath the moon. Most of all, She wore…
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Let us not simplify Her eyes, nor her mind When stared through, across the line. What a face! What a gentleness! What a love I hold for the new one, The beauty who was meant to be seen By no one, but me. Something rips through the miles, As it is my sight To the…
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From trumpet calls, To flaming walls, There are eyes upon debris Of a scattered woman. Her face empties my form, Her eyes empty my mind, Her love buries me behind, Lets me fall from the wind To see what I should have been. The meager man, with nothing to hand Of to the messenger, in…
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Death is a wide awakening To what I’ve missed, For something I’ve kissed, In a world I’ve wished To be something other than it is. My eyes see the wooden frame, The wooden lid, The wooden bottom, As I am Pinocchio with his nose in the soil, Merely the creation of a tree To speak…
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Place a ring over Your pretty finger, I will do When the world caves in To show something for symmetry’s sake. Just a face That was buried in strands of your hair. Messengers from the dark Write this tale upon the lonely harp That is the decor to our melody. Brown tresses, As the Earth’s…
Modern Romanticism 