Creative Writing
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Start sailing On the hollowness, of my feeble mind. It has become your kind In the drowning of a thousand more In the depression, you do adore. I wilt love like too much to give Water upon the tulip. Leave me to awaken this drear To again, come near That you may kiss the future…
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Fold your face away From the blade of dismay, For I have found something entertaining Among all the slaying. These orchards Where blood soaks the miles ahead of us, Where the universe embraces the sun, Where the forests tackle the lakes, Where the world feasts on its own inhabitants Like revenge for parasites, I am…
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How far can your cries range for In the sound of your hollow voice? Calling from the hollow heart That voices a hail of sting Against broken wings, Raising all but yourself Towards the rays of sunlight. I see what should be fathomed of yourself In the pinnacle of your viewing. You are as beautiful…
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How to bleed, How to scream, How to hold on Until the breath catches hold of the fire To fan it into life’s drama. How to love While wings catch the spark, Thus, to leave the mark Upon hearts that were not meant to part Upon separate roads for the journey. How to love With…
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You see me as the man Who wields tears upon the ends of forks, I can consume. I do not wish this To be a firefight, between two sets of eyes, Two sources for cries, Two places to burn, two places to scorn Ourselves to the faces of the moon. I want to love All…
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Eulogies are the sympathies Of a thousand-word cycle To the mad imagery of life. Your beauty is as believable as the small token To your misery. You have silver drawn around your eyes Like the open curtain that floods the room, with the moon’s rays. You are as lonely As the eulogy spoken by the…
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Oh, love, When wider arms stretch Horizontal, for the moon To come like child in a mother’s hundred tears, She has wasted years on an empty shell Whose eyes see only the night For all its gravity It pulls into me. I seem to lift tears to me, As I seem to watch my destinies…
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Just an ending To what is my travail In all life’s complications. You are the world that stems on infinite time, Away from any shortest moment In deepest passion. I feed the eternity something blue, Something new That does not wallow in the shades of grey. Filter my dismay That I might receive the ‘forever…
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Your eyes, Cast from molten marble, Merged in a skull, of thickened ivory, Loosened treachery. Sweet on the skin, does your tongue lick the seeping Sweat, though it looks to me like blood. Allow me what cannot be found Anywhere else, As the corrosion of vast erosion, The burning of something too gentle, Too weak…
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Throwing my heart to the moon, Telling stories, Wile my arms are empty and wide As the moon is faceless. Telling a past by my fault Is as hurling pages to the flame To be singed like skin That had been touched by a woman’s sin. I want to adore What I abhor. Though, the…
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Face the flood For my realization, in love That to waste time, is to waste life Beside the one who has hugged merely strife. I have given all, As you have given nothing. All of my heart is swollen upon the tomes Of empty pages. Depression is a man’s companion When his Nature is tested,…
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How long have you stayed awake To forge the night from your eyes? I wish to see What your scarlet heart has dreamed Beyond the realm of sleep. When you begin to sigh Let the pain slip by From hands that have shielded your face, Under covers, where blood is to taste From marks where…
