Creative Writing
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As I once dived into beauty’s gaze, As I once collapsed in my surrender to her, As I once believed her eyes to never break, And shower me with her tears, As the ground trembled from her thunder. As I once loved the stars for their shine, As I once stayed in the grace of…
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Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and adorned quilts, As decor falls from her legs, Of lace…
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Drink up, our sweet gazes Staring into that of another. We only speak words made for the glass Of ivory in the highest clouds And the lowest graves. Hold out your hand. I’ll give you the world, Though will you hurl it away? What is your face following? Where is your heart wandering? Our love…
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Love has a way of sharing textures Soft as the snow we roll in. I have held the many tears for my consumption, I have breathed the stars into her eyes, I have felt the world shudder in her arms, For that world was our own. From rains, We fall Into a void made to…
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Leave what feels wrongest To the plains behind our feet. We wield trumpets to call our marriage Out from beneath our hands. What we wield is an apology To those who only suffered Under the rocks of a million lakes, Filled with their worry and tears. We fold breaths Like blankets, about our arms. We…
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A breath for a bird,To keep her wings afloat. A guide for a smile,To keep it going for the while. I need the prettiness of her aged beautyTo mimic the skies never to part,When I keep it together. I feel the worship of my hands, upon her skin.There is fire raised, from each touchTo forge…
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Seek my help Whenever you discover Hell In your own heart. Where there’s a bottom to it all, There is also a tunnel To where sounds originate, From cries to ecstatic sighs, And you’ll find your human self. I fold stems with no thorns About yourself, I write my name on your white flesh, Like…
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There are days to sayThat the world can go away,Leaving us from its dismay.We twist stems from the shortest tulipsAdorning the cotton fields.We twist ourselves, the stemsAnd bury ourselves in arms. Close as the world is awayFrom us, in its utter dismay.I am the blood, craving a coldness,While you are the Hell craving a true…
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When all colors have left a heart That filled with the petals Of a different world, It is her, I see With a painted stare upon pained hands That hug her barren shoulders. I have attempted To lick away tears, so shallow as a substance Beside a dried lake. I sat at the edge, counting…
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Why can I not Wrap myself in the rope that engirdles you? You are defined by the night, As I am defined by you. Each love seems to float For varied persons Towards Heaven, As it is where failings go. So the blood did boil? And, did it overflow? Did your pain raise to the…
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Why wait until it rains? What we can feel from each other In this hailstorm of pain, Is enough for the drink. Love seems to falter in the wind, Bringing its tears in the form of falling droplets, For there are clouds as gray as lead above your head, Though I’ll trust my love to…
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There is not much to call home In your arms. Like a furnace, you’ve grown bright, And have burned all to ash Around you. Like a star, you’ve shone With the lantern about your neck Swinging by a rope. Like an angel, you’ve flown Over cities and seas, vast as the universe, But no one…
Modern Romanticism 