Creative Writing
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While pieces of meWalk awayFrom tides as cold as the running watersFrom flooded hearts.Like two nailsWith one in each hand,And I have diedFor another’s grief. Pain is extraordinaryWhen it holds an identityAs fine as the sharpest pointOf the longest dagger.Because, my painAs any pain,Lurks over my shoulderIn hollow Earth. She pressed the ground,Flailed limbs above…
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How far Does the world travel to To be at its end? Why does it seem That inhabitants Will trade away Things, to whisper lies As sweet as the embers that were once in our hearts? A smile is only as curved As the head that may twist around To see the stagnant shadow Yet…
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I wield In hands has hot as the iron That has matted your hair Into straightness, Breasts as cold as the sun In your chest. Beneath flesh That has escaped all sign of life. There was but one place to live Away from my untidy ambitions, Away from my acquisition Of nothing to no substance.…
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Do lift What keeps us down, What keeps us low On this deathbed, too early in the show Of showers of snow. Raise us, For my form has gone cold, And weep over the both of us, For we both seemed to have died. Lie awake for me, so that I may pet flesh As…
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For so long And without shame, I have sought destruction, And have laughed. For so long I have not seen the need To protect The truly dear. Because, I had thought of my ego To be what makes me As me. Upon the day When I looked past myself To see your eyes, There was…
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As it is me, With the most unstable of hearts. I breathed love like the freshest dew Upon the highest of mountain ranges. The pain Is a glistening sight, To remind me Of my shame and plight. I wished to kiss Each subtle texture of a shimmer, To your treasured lips. Beloved, What am I,…
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I once saw the maiden’s breathClimbing upon the clammy skin of death.I once saw how her eyes hovered and gazedOver everything that to anyone elseWould merely amaze. Her face and idle grace,Her love for things so blessed by fate.Her place in its safe web.Though, through her simple designWeaved by fingertips marred by grime,She had sneaked…
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While the new moon rises, May I see what troubles you? We bleed the same color As that silver orb, above. We spill the same tears As we ever did Since we were children. Love has kindness, Love has blindness. I will kiss you, with every ounce that I forget Of our shame. A shameless…
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Little love affair,Goes with the airAnd the scents carried to hearts.I am in love with skin so fair,And eyes that stareInto the open chest of one man, as meSo undone and cleanOf his shame. God has entitled meTo wed thee,Upon this blessed eveningBeneath trees that are gleaming. I have bled new vesselsFor new thorns.This pain…
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Beloved, The greatest of tears Are still yet to be spilled. For our cries Have created the waves We send forth to other lands. We have not created the lake For both of us. To be seated at its edge, To see the sunset that is destined for the pledge, For the devotion, To bleed…
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The world is heavedAtop delicate and caressed mounds.The shoulders I have placed my handWhen your comfort receded youTo back away from itAt a time in peril. Love was always thought of by priests and nunsTo be that which is to amazeAll those who embrace its presence.All I see from youIs the woman who wishes to…
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Caution meAround your formThat shows no sight of faltering.Deep in the heat,Deep in the waves.My steps are not as gracefulAs your own,Little one.You’ll find pain in what I revealOf me. Like two stars,Your eyes have shown me a twinkling lightTo guide my path ahead. Like the bravest of children,You have drawn the heavy breathsTo be…
Modern Romanticism 