Creative Writing
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Down in the deepest love In the deepest dark Of a heart, that has wildness attached, Within, and upon the deepest ache, Of an organ that does not cease Its unguarded rhythm. I feel, though I do not Wish to, Because the sun only feels as cold as it could be In the murky underlying…
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When winter has lullabies in bells and snow-showers, Summer will lure her in, like the scenery she comprehends not is warm Enough for her vacant and cold mind. Summer will allure her, Out of a state in wonderment, Lilies dressed on her garments, Petals dressed on her eyelids, Flower stems dressed on her fingertips, And…
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Over the mantle, where fewest feathers were laid, Like a softness I did not comprehend, Was the only one ever made. A breath was all it took to send each feather away From atop the mantle, put in place. I lost where the key went To her heart. I lost where the pain leapt From…
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That which she trusts, with me, All to known, only by me. For my loyalty breathes itself, over her veins, Over the stains, that cannot depart From her heart, in its place. What a history she has, For me to cherish, to feel with each fragment To her sullenness. All secrets, buried in a book,…
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Allow me to lick the tears Free from your cheeks. You have more to yourself, than the many years To the sadness in your sleep. I lay in opposite direction From you, And drink freely the falling rain, From your eyes. It is a bitterness, like a wine made from the Italian vineyard, But I…
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What will we take from the form?Will it be the breast, or the lips,Both of which we kiss with our mouths, our tongues?So much the infant, as a man,As I am,But, in flooding desire to see myself, whole again,As sickness, in miserable sin. For when I stare up at the lowered clouds,There is a spread…
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Do not Come to weep A single droplet of wax into my hand From your eye, that melts The color of the moon. Silver is the changeable Metal, Still so dry in the stillness of a night, Where wine glasses touch lips, and curves extend from hips. I find what I cannot Find in any…
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She carries fire atop her loins, Spreads it upwards for the world to see, And to breathe, Red upon a scenery of pink, And scents as raw as the flesh carved out Of a wilderness beneath. She attracts the goers to the flame, She makes use of those resorting to disdain, Brought out of life,…
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Only the fewest porcelain cheeks, Matching themselves To be two, Can be for my kisses, And my wants. My love held a rope out For me to catch. And, I only caught its edge, I only caught a tiny thread Of the whole. Great phoenix Overhead and beneath, Like flames that do not let go…
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What have I done Upon a time, when I looked up To see what tears I have shed, upon my own eyes, From my own sun? My own light Has wept a current, a trail for me to follow With steps that cross, Though, are not so elegant As she, The woman, With burdens I…
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In the snowOr in the haze of a winter’s eveningJust when wind is coming over your dress,You’ll ask to receive lessThan what I have ever offered.For in the coldness,You are quite like oldness. Quite like without graceOf an ill cat on the roadwayTo some morsel or scrap,To sate an appetite, so lifeless, yet so stirring.Quite…
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Next you will give to the wielder Droplets atop your skin, in the white Of it, to be drunken from, Like those of crystalline form To rain from the tankard, of the honeyed drink. Plead to me, All you’ve ever wanted, And I’ll lay it out for you, Atop the thorns of your heart, Atop…
Modern Romanticism 