Creative Writing
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It endedIn the most imperfect direction.A road most traveledBy people at their least devotion.I held on,For the life of her,But Nature had other plans,Nature afflicted herWith something I could not repair. Oh, why Death is never the debater!I could have a discussion,I could end DeathThrough negotiation.I could speak words, blacker than ever Death wasTo the…
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Lay down for me,As I have commanded.There will be a flood upon thee,My child.You are the eternal fortuneTo my dreams,Wet in fragrance,And wet in tears. Your form is in crystal,Agleam, before my very eyes.Fragrance liftsTo my nostrils,For I found you in the sunrise,When dew dropped over your cheeks. Stay down, for me,I will come over…
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Love shiftsWhen it steps overThe dividing line,The line that divides symmetryTo be broken in its shift.Love is two steps aheadOver that line.Centered in itself,And soon to be dividedAnd broken,When beauty masks reality. She’ll falter in her desireTo see the Kingdom rise, around her,Like love had always held handsWith destiny. A line,Broken, like words stepping over…
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Sometimes, to love, I hear the record playing a certain song To bring tears upon my open palms. I only want to feel, So that I will not conceal, Everything not meant to be the shield In the vulnerability of what I wield. I wield the woes, As I listen to the sounds of crows,…
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He went to her, Nestled and torn In the brink of morn, Where a fanciful sheen was upon his temple, And whirlwinds were above her In a mind deranged by chaos. Love was wanting from her feathery arms, Love was warning him to be upon her In everything noted of her darkness. He went to…
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The poem and its petals, The poet and his tears, Laced and draped Over every word. Like love had a story to tell For the reader’s sight Upon page, drenched from pen And a fragment of shelved sadness, Deep in the poet’s mind. He falters upon her memory To see what should not wake up.…
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Such skin, Drenched in porcelain sweat. Porcelain in show, And lifeless as snow. A fever had accompanied thee, And lifted you away from me. I have taken away the sheet, To see the woman I once kissed, Before death came to grasp The pieces from me, The soul from me, The heart from me. Such…
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With all its romance,And endless series of entrance.Endless waves against your legs and ankles,Love seems to not leave you,For it bores into youA quivering shadow. A face, as old as timeWishes to not leave.A life, fit with wineAgainst your weathered lips.Love will entertain the harlotsAnd reunite the kingdoms. Can I seal your lips over mine?May…
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Kiss the lips, Despite the disease. Kiss the cheek, Despite how they’re weak.
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I thought much of her,Quelled much withinBecause of her.Her beauty was both the tormentorAnd the comforter. But, upon her absence,Upon her freedom,Only a tear, had I seenBeneath my footTo never pull my foot away. Never pull away the foot,Despite how far I walkOn my own. Like love never had a momentIn truth,In the merry mind…
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Why does love carry weight? And, Why can love so easily Turn into hate? My heart has fled from me Away from me, To the dark forests. I must have lost track Of the sin of creation Called time. The clock had once stopped Deep in her arms, Deep in her kisses, Deep in her…
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I don’t want you to feel fear, Nor is there cause to spill tears When my hand caresses your cheek. Because, all that should bleed Is the love between us, Down upon our knees. Down to the spot where we are weak, Where I am weak, And where you are heated, Like the melted candle,…
Modern Romanticism 