Creative Writing
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A phone call to The other end of an ocean, Has made you transpire, with the wind, And change for me, Upon when I told you, I loved you. Love cost a token, For a payphone. Love was a quarter apart From a kiss, in solitude Upon your frozen mouth. Love slants Like the end…
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What will youDo, upon this day whenThe frame is gone, from around you? The painting as you are,The woman with colors for the world’s ardor,With passion to show in eyes,Among a few little cries,Runs free,Among the mice. Love has a golden texture,Lust opens yourself, for me to see what willBe drunken from. A sunset between…
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A tear dances, Upon a petal’s edge. A tear dances, where I have come to pledge, Myself to you, my love. Tears of joy are to be infinite, For our occasion. Tears of sadness, never infinite, For our occasion. Let it drop from the white petal, Let it make curves over the petal’s texture, Let…
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Run along, now, Tear, from a different edge, From an eye drenched in a cosmetic, From an eye given shelter, beneath the shade of a ceiling. Run along, now, With the black trickle down your cheek, To your barren neck. Run away with the tide, the storm, That will appear as black as the shadow,…
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What do you breathe,When there is nothing true,To your tired heart?Do you breathe the ocean, the many lost tears from your eyes?Would you like to breathe my love, once I have seen beyond myself? Do you breathe in the sorry sadness,Because, the world has called you strong?When love finds you, you will collapse,Like a wave…
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You have always shifted glances, Little woman, atop the waves, To where people groan, like the land with its quakes. Love would not hold you, Little maid, atop the waves. What made you breathe water, when you could breathe bliss? Your glances, And your stances, Always idle, With rowing dances. With movement, and no improvement,…
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Lay upon the bed, My dear newlywed, So that you may hold hands with death. I have retreated back to my clouds, Because, I do not live in a cave, As much as I have surrounded myself with loneliness, Around you. Go on, Weep for my shame, And I will not hear it. Go on,…
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When fire converses with thunder,And anticipates coercion.When the shock of truth, melts more ice than does flame,When a woman can have her arcticWithin her SouthMelted of its glaciersBy a man, and his annexation,Fire is no longer our excuse, nor our pledge. Thunder is the element of truth.Fire, the element of craving.Yet, we crave truth,Or, we…
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But, what would I do Without the kiss? Without the feel of lips against my own? What will I become Among these other moments, When all I feel against my mouth Is the burning of blood From bitter pain? What else to feel, Other than the biting winter wind? Oh, winter, Are you my new…
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Love lifts candles To be upon each stone In the winter months. Lust is the heat, for our bodies to be conjoined, Like twins with appetite. Like a spread of corruption, we bite into ourselves To discover. So much comfort in the lie, So much to not ignore About the mirrored image. My heart tells…
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I view With eyes widened, upon the narrow skies Of you, In nighttime meanderings, Your seasons changing, so within yourself. You bathe in the sea During winter. And sleep in the trunks of trees During summer. So much oddness, So much coldness, So much strangeness Within yourself. So much of yourself, carries itself Onward, like…
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Two fingers, gently laidOn a storm, amorously made.Like fuel, I raise it in tides,To notice what truly resides,In the bones,In the stones,In the Hell I’ve witnessed about you,For the Heaven that shall come to undoThe silence in the deathly blue. Beauty’s breathHolds a nothing, as I caress flesh with two fingers.As I set sail across…
Modern Romanticism 