Creative Writing
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My eyes show tears you’ll come to forget In the many years That follow you, and follow me, through the nighttime Scenery. Life has not been kind To you. It is because Of the life you chose, Being that of those Who do not follow the tears Wherever they go. Whenever they show Burns beneath…
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You have eyes, And you bellow cries, Like a bird perched atop The winter bough. You have no nest For the chicks and their whines. You simply squawk For no reason at all. Like the food within your form, You have become selfish In wanting it all For yourself, in this solemn gloom. Like a…
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Above your brightest shoulders,A certain face resides,With images, porcelain upon ruby stripes,Your dashing image, combined with the lightOf where I place a solemn kiss. One marriage,Among many vowsLets me take your finger, and the ring I placeUpon your hand, makes meGo through, to the bitter end. I lift thee, above me,As my strength conjoins, with…
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Like two petals, crossing over The other. Like one flavor, the sweetest in my mouth, Better than the flavor of sugarcane, For your eyes have the entire world within view. Your eyes, and your cries, Have my universe to behold. Love takes form, And will take form, Upon what nectar, what sweetness You drop from…
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I have come to stay with your tired form, And land softness To each enveloping turmoil That has reached your ears, Your mouth, And your eyes. Two areas to kiss, One of each lip. I will love, for eternity to come, And kiss, as though each lip were a rose petal Mounted upon a sculpture.…
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A celebrationOn the intoxication, upon scents of skin,And the fewest droplets that hang offYour scarlet tresses, in the dimming light upon thisBrooding evening. I bring kisses to you,In your saddened and weakened sight.A complexion, worn aboutWith nakedness to every scar,And a heart, turned into a star. Your frigidness,And my warmth,Collide.Like love, the sun, wrestles with…
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I compete Pain to pain, that is the worst form of shame. Pain to pain, in competition Creates the division. Division of flesh, for everyone’s consumption. How do they want it? Under-cooked. They want the blood, They want the marrow, They want everything still wet and raw. Division of flesh, Division of organs, Division of…
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Love is a stagnant surprise To everyone’s ears. When death came, I had expected love to follow Me down, to the soil and beyond.
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Love has silence, Love has room To dance its romance, upon floors made of marble Or granite. Love blows tides Across oceans wide. Love feels heavy Atop lightest clouds. Love rains the drops Where one stops And drinks each joyous tear That one will hear Land at their feet To set them to sleep. Love…
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What a world, to find ourselves locked within. A mutual discovery of the same darkness We both breathe. For there are only tears in our mouths For us to eat. Puddles gather between our toes, Weights hang off each strand atop our aching heads, And we lean forward To receive cold comfort, cold solace, From…
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A whirlwind is ahead, and overheadMy head, where dancing planets move onTo the great expanse.All is a lost essence, in this great expanse.I’ll cast a drawbridge to you.I’ll lift whatever stones,Causing you not to be free. Whatever causes the stones to rainFrom your delicate eyesBeneath moon and starlight.They land, such stonesTo the lakes at your…
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I have tasted a sight. I have tasted the current of blight Running from your empty mouth. Where once spilled sighs, Where once spilled the sounds from Joyful cries, I must now whisper a tired goodbye, A farewell to nothing but a lie, An unchanging disease In a changing form. It kills, And you would…
Modern Romanticism 