Creative Writing
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Blueness, and sickness,Like tears that come as blackness,Like shadow that encapsulatesHer formAt the edge of winter.Her bereavement was the castle upon the slope,Where careened downWere the pieces of a marriage, lost to be buried. We each drained tears into an ebony cup,And felt for the soil that conceals our presence.We masked our emotions with solemn…
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What kisses came across Your ivory skeleton. Your form had receded from its fullness Back to the elegance of death, And I came across as something far more frightening. I was far more truthful Than the bony fingers you used to run through Those black strips of hair. I was the hope you lacked, And…
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Petals freeze their quivering, As tears cease their movements Down your frigid cheeks. You share bleakness With this abode of mine, This city of mine Where pain is sweetness, and the source of my people’s Division. They say With words so bold, That their pain accompanies themselves, As themselves. That, they are pain, But, not…
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Like two flames That extend overhead, Above my head, Above your own, It is our pain. It is laced in the wine, from our mouths, From your kisses, drunken upon its source Being from our souls. Our sins, Without the guilt we did share, Like one bottle, emptied of drink, Emptied of sips, Without the…
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As a giant, I have stepped Over oceans, across where Women’s tears, were spilled by my presence. I have a presence Too sinister, to recognize kindness, Either upon myself Or from others. I have stepped, as I said Over oceans, Made of women’s tears. I am a man, who has not seen gentleness, Just a…
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I am here To recount the numbers in the ocean, The fish in the sea, And I am shallow through that, Because, I remain on the surface And do not see any deeper. Love me With your eyes, So that I may see my true reflection And everything I have been lacking. I have only…
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You may As you still do Dress your face with the lotion that is so sweet. Dress your body with the oils I cannot lift you, when they surround you. But, can you dress your eyes with the morning’s dew? Dress your delicate lashes with the sweetness Of tomorrow’s forever? An eternity is nothing Without…
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Why do you cryWhen a tongue whispers its goodbye?I was only leaving for a moment,To love you in the next room. When I am in that room,Among delicate portraits and shifting windsFrom a window that bleeds in the breeze,It will be the shadows I cling to,To see you in them,Like idle memories. Do not weep,And…
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What mirrors in your eyes! What loathsome breaths, that spill from your mouth, Like the vapor that reaches the glass Of a window. What music in your sadness, What a heart that shows no sign of gladness. You will never have love, Not with your broken form. You have a face that reminds me of…
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Tell me, upon a stilled solace, Beneath, when the bringing moon Brings its tears Afloat, upon our arms. Tell me who you love While I weep aloud this song To the utmost rain That falls atop our cheeks. Tell me, while I cry Each bedeviled tear to the sun, And receive no warmth. Tell me,…
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It is at times that I feelThat feeling has left me.It is at that time when I thinkMy sanity is leaving me. When love burstsA heart bursts.When such happens, feeling is gone,And a heart is hardened with the blood. Feeling only ever numbsWhen the light has left us,When the warmth has left us,Like in the…
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Form the lands to conjoin Themselves, like two hands that conjoin Themselves, like the sands that conjoin As the ocean’s bottom to the shore. Like something soft, for something solid, Like a sheath or some strip of cloth Encompassing a dagger. We laugh like Madman and Madwoman, We dance like Bachelor and Maiden, We sow…
Modern Romanticism 