Creative Writing
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Father, will you allow me one tragedy?Blessed by your missing love,I have been able to offer from meTo the woman of my destinyOne vow, spoken with trembling lipsAnd a heart that skipsBeats, in the stillness of new fallen sun-rays. Life did not hold me under its nose,Nor under its thumbEnough to belong to the stone.…
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Where shall I dump my painIf it is from a cloud? Where shall I dump the current loadIf it only sails upstream? The clouds war with the groundAnd bless the daylight with their grief.Just as God would like to have made Man a perfect imageOf His reflection.Life is too crude,Too undoneOf knots meant to hold…
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He sees what little he can see, of her in the dimness of their shared room. While blankets and quilts adorn the corpse of a fallen woman, her hair blinds her eyes, too. No one has entertained themselves in the maneuver of lifting that disordered veil, from the vision that sees no longer. Life has…
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All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further. Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will…
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Only when I weepDo I feel tears that truly stickTo cheeks made of the same pallidityAs the stones above your grave. Cry more, will I?To the open winds, that scream back the same verseI jot down, upon paper of some pale oceanThat feels my fallen tears. I have loved with a heart that would not…
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Entitle me the moment, to count each living waveThat pours around your scalp.Life bequeathed me one moment, to kiss your lips,As the scarlet drowned in my pale.Life is only worth two seconds in timeTo count each eye, as though they are mine. What beauty,And what stagnancy,Has kept me entranced, with all that surrounds meIn the…
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Reach meLife, that takes a stand.I wanted to kiss scarletOf one pair of lips. Now her radianceHas left me,Beside a fountainWhere life holds its moments. Love is the kindest funeral,Upon when the wedding takes its marchAnd its bow.Leave me only your cruelest words, at the altar. ForgiveWhat I have become.I am just another manWho cannot…
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Once upon too many shallow evenings,I saw her rise to the velvet morning.She cried solemnness to the ivory moonBefore her,As her chin stood on a pedestalAnd her face was wet with tears. I breathed what I saw,And forgot who I wasWhen she rose upwards, to meet the stars.Grace was her name,And Grace was all to…
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Two ways to kissThe pouring tearsInto the chalice, held in hands that hold fears.My blood has a flavor,That of iron and wine,While you will bleed me blind,Of tears that shed so divine. Why don’t you danceTo what I don’t know, about you?You are frozen in where you are seated,Just an eclipse upon a thorn,A racing…
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My destiny Shouts many yearnings To the open air. Because, I cannot stare At your eyes, Without melting.
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Make love to me, Paradox of no explanation. I could give you the taste, The taste of knowledge, The fruit born from a stem, Offered where bliss is nude. Cover me with your tears, And embed me in darkness. Let me sing what I can bring To your mouth, in the nighttime’s uncouth Display of…
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Who said that the world would end, When tomorrow brings the heaviest roses? Who had said that, Upon the arrival of Spring? We bleed the morning’s tears, And taste the flavor of fear, Drunk upon the saltiness of pain. Love blooms in the most miserable areas Where pollution strides around Upon human legs. We carry…
Modern Romanticism 