Creative Writing
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This home, Made of fire, Burned by hands and remembrances Of something cold, though dear. Love was something I could tell Was something that could be away from Hell, From the grief, from the sting of pain, From the endless shame. Who are you, I ask To the reflection, before me? There are trees That…
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Without your ink on my page, I am merely the blandness, The white-out for the memories That once held me in the stillness For captivation. For without your sheer presence, My mind is but the torment To my unending youth. All I caress, is the pain that pours down On the leaves, that gather at…
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Struggle, as I mightTo list the words that reflect backSickness, to my heart,For what I see upon the flowing pagesThat receive the endless wordsIs the guilt that replaces me, by a flood,By a hole,By a voidThat sticks to my fractured flesh,Sticks to my pleading voice,Attached upon my anguished self. Leave me to count the stars,For…
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How sad You walk, How frail You talk, Among the slopes that descend your stare, Among the clouds above your head Where falls your hair To be seen for its sheen, Within the area of your limitless bosom. A heart that calls to a start Of betterment that lasts for moments more Than ever you…
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Still in a cusp, Folded hands that are pressed Against my expressionless face, Without a place To truly set my heart Where only fields roam, on their own, Where only oceans run, without the sun. I hold darkness, close to heart As idleness is something common To my emptied Hell, To my fullest well. Draining…
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As I lift myself To the scorning sun, Leaving the dirt to mold itself The hollow raindrops of an unborn storm That fell the words out of God’s mouth. He saw you Where you were buried On an evening of a moonlit shore. For I remember Tears running away from me, Words whispered on fractured…
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Leaving loosened tresses Upon the shores, where currents dance As the sun raises A highness, a glow upon cheeks that were meant for The many lugubrious kisses. She has deceit, that sometimes loosens All tears to cross the delicate slopes On the highest rocks. I am, as I want The love, to remain While the…
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Without thee, Folded, clasped in arms that do not break Against the wind, I have emptied My heart into a solemn void. What kisses are there, to make for The endearment of a thousand more Like yours? What replacements Can I fathom for the taking Of those, I will dispose, When none come near, to…
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How would you hold me, Without me loosening myself? I sweat myself Upon the white-washed streets, As I clean these sheets, stained with your blackened Tears, that do not clean So easily, as the sun replaces the moon For the newest day. I can grieve, to swim in my ongoing current of Ongoing fears. How…
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Without love, I crumble, In hate, I stumble.
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I start to see the white patterns of ivory Blanketed by shades of corruption, As I see the sun eclipsed by the moon, As I see the world has found new comfort in a bleak erosion Of truth being laid firm on the world’s defeat. I sense that Death has remembered its own presence, As…
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No rocks can hold me together, For I have tipped the balance between weight and world. Will you offer the right, in your silence To kiss your flattened lips? In the casket, you are more fragile than the shattered world Upon an evening with gallows, Perches, Fires and silken shores, with bottles of tears. All…
