Creative Writing
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Let your tired eyes Swim down in my river of tears. I have cried this current for you, For your gaze to swim, beneath the sun. Will we, one day lie down To speak of the stars? Will we, one day seat ourselves Upon the thrones of Heaven? I want you, in arms that stretch…
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Hold a box upon, that presents my heart. Your tired form, a place to be believed, For I nest myself in you To hold hands with an angel. Though, your eyes Seem to see the universe for its darkness, Not for its belonging. While I hold hands With Lilith and her children, I notice eyes…
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In our kingdom, where we should have met, There are cruel faces, that have surely wept Many tears into the Earth. My love has given new birth To the ways of matrimony, In songs, like Heaven from her lips. Her beauty sunders across oceans, Thunders across the skies. She lets down her hair to the…
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When the tears rain down From eyes, beneath the crown, Is it sadness I see For the haze of symmetry? Your face is for a loving smile, Not for the grief, tracing the miles. Your form falls into contours, Entertains death on a whim, Leaves the world wide open Upon its own cross in the…
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My flesh Is the rotting sculpture, As I will see you nurturing it. I want to open my lips, Though they are encased By death’s embrace. Your obsession Is tiring to my decaying self. I’ve wanted to kiss Your face in the idlest moments. I’ve wanted to kiss Your skin in the fire of combined…
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Nothing lies so well As the face without the desire to tell What fell From eyes, that shed tears upon my feet. Lace your thorns about my form Upon the vines where they grow. Roses hold no meaning For the blood that is gleaming. Let me die, knowing I will leaving, glowing Radiance upon the…
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Everything has a place, in this agony, Where winds are swept from wings, As eyes can enjoy the loss. Please let your cross down From your milk-white neck. I wish to hold you As we cross the void. My love, to the eternity where we go To step low To feel Nature’s breath, For how…
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Lay down your nectar Upon the hardest lips. Your sweetness is a jealousy For my defeat. I love all lost From my swollen arms. Your eyes upon the hills, My eyes upon the lakes, My eyes creating tears, Your form, the glaciers to the cold mountains. Take the rope From my neck. We sing beauty…
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Where did the river go Beneath where the fog drifts? I find myself hiding in the light For you to find Something different than what was left behind. Travel to me From your tears, to me. Fall upon me When you reach me. There was something revealed In your bleeding arms, Was it ever my…
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A far cry From wanting Hell beneath your hands As you struggle to crawl, As I struggle to seal The cracks in the walls Of Heaven. Your portrait is for His kingdom, Your body is for His domain. I have sheltered the moon, for you to see the sun. I have sheltered the darkness, for…
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Here is a place for you, Set down on fields, that through Your pointless wandering, All breaks down, sundering. Fire that sweeps From your shouldering gaze, Autumn that creeps Towards your Hellish, false haze. I am, what can be called Music, for what is walled. You have trapped yourself in your own glance, Broken and…
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Here is where We will stare Towards the bluest night, And fall from truest fright. I lost all to the cause Of two million years, Centered and swept of tears, Without content to loss. She will give me All those felled trees, As I cling to see Her sacred beauty. One throat and one grain…
Modern Romanticism 