Creative Writing
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Come drift with me Through the wasted fields Where flowers did bloom And then met the gloom. I am in grief, While you are in disbelief. Turn upon me, If you must, I will still hold a candle to see The fading snow in your eyes That melts off the corners And drops in smallest…
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Every love Upon the Earth, Is a treasure, Is for the worship Of two feet That step upon the rocks, Upon the hardened hearts, So delicate in movement. I was good to you, The man to make you smile The oceans across, And the Earth so wide. Love has two minutes More to kiss, Two…
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All I suffered, While you agonized, Was the syndrome to a broken heart. The flutters, The feelings, The pain, Was all there, But you were not. Though, it was all I suffered, While you terrified yourself Far worse than I. Beating hearts, Haunted minds, Were nothing for me, And everything for you. Tension and growing…
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Let me swipe away all the tears, So that my own replace their presence. I know you’ve only needed one droplet To fill a void. Because, the next scene Is when I consume all those who stand Between us. The next act Of our play Is when I sentence those to death Who ever crossed…
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Is life this Piece upon piece, of open and ripe imagery In the whispered moments, Where I dreamed to hold you beside me? Do you still dream Of every love gone right? You would still like to Roll among the fog and embers Beneath the distant twilight. You would like to See me in my…
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Unbolt the feelings That take precedence Over the future, where I will continue to wallow In the murk and mire, Drenched in the dark blood Of many nights in caress. What times I choose to feel, And place a palm upon my chest To hear the thudding beats, And the future that fleets. Why has…
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Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet gained For the two hearts, becoming one. Like love never…
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The blackest air,The disease,Was never enough to truly see youIn your time of plight. I kissedA song down into your throat,And drew a curtain asideTo see you even more. Love sleepsUpon shelves made of mahoganyAs an endless storm of books,Captured of each detail. Look upon your hair,There are spiders that crawl through it.Each strand, they…
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Sometimes, When life looks in both directions, And can staple itself Against Hell’s ceiling And Heaven’s floor, We can realize we’ve stepped over stones that float Atop blood and marrow That swim in the heads of those ambitious Enough to follow their own voice. Oh, love With either end to see the lady through To…
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Split upon the image Of two destinies apart, from the other In time. I have loved a woman Lost deep in a landscape, A fire, A bloody mire That was as old as the tomb that shakes her form Down to its core. Love writes long passages Etched on graves, Bound up in twine And…
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Just a taste, Just to implore You, to not move On the scale, where tall winds will tell their tale On your frozen form. I have bent What I have kissed, Your form, the exquisiteness Of everything I have ever missed From my life, to its bliss. Now that death Has cloaked you, What will…
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We often speak Too much on success. For the world has eclipsed All the puddles of love. All the tears that stay on the ground And do not raise themselves as a reflection Of what toil considered To be ever-more As the one to create the lasting love. Love was once a mere mound of…
Modern Romanticism 