Creative Writing
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The world swings letters On jagged rocks, Near an ocean, where wails from whales Are the same sounds as the crying widow. Love possesses dragon scales, Covering the entrance of intrusion. Beyond the wall that shields a person From exploring the outermost, And the wall goes aflame In the current of disdain. Those letters Swung…
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Too often do I hear or read the words that someone said, that are, “Why is she not doing anything?” But, what makes a good female character? It has to be a past. There’s evidence behind the fact that women have more of a chance to develop Alzheimer’s Disease, because their brains possess a far…
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Deep in my past Where horses ride Over roadways and train tracks, I fall away Into memories Full of the same shelter, In how I gave love To anyone else. His arms Brought my misfortune to fortune, And in what I learned Was that grief is but a symbol To never grow beyond To something…
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Concealed Behind blinding tears, And not wanting to vanish, Because it is all to feel, When death would steal it all. But, the darkness remains Barren, upon my shoulders Concealed in the gloom, Hidden in this room, Full of portraits that do not smile, While the artists faked their strokes And drew crosses over mouths,…
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What feeling In our guilt, Shared like a glass of wine, On an ivory saucer, Drunk like milk, Like one spying cat With careful awareness, And needless espionage. We share it, And drown it Upon our arms, Soaked like eels in the wet grass, Beneath, where their poison sinks into soil That lifts the reeds…
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When tears fallTo rise,And reach your delicate eyes,After I have shed themSo that you may see,That our love is true. As true as the skies beneath our feet,As true as the sun that no longer scornsWhen it would be overhead. For all I witness, is your face to be kissedA thousand times on each cheek,Where…
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Love is so beauteousAbout you,In the cold mistOf something as warmingAs the hot sunBeneath your feet. Tie this ropeAround your wrists,And sing with meWhat lovers may singIn the calling of fresh morningWhere tears are no longer bitter. Bleed with meThe love to make us proud,For each day to arise,Like the sun that is stood uponAt…
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May you gaspIn the sight of twice the telling,Thrice of feeling,In much beautyThere is to witness about you.Love lays in my left hand,And a shoulder of yoursIs caressed by my right. I draw upon your breath, like dew in the morning.You only have to spy the many deaths,That speak ill, of the both of us.We…



