Creative Writing
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A space to crawl,a room to be,far from where sympathysheds its momentaryresidue. From you,you drop all anchors,letting looseall manner of Hellyou’ve raised. A lie is your vowto deplete you intoforced safety. A dream is your realitywhere you fall upto be lost in clouds. It’s an instinct,born from fear’s release,to be concealedin earthen corners. Your deathis…
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Shed dropletsfrom an interiorfirestorm,watching for whoevermight come too closeto see whathas been dissolving. Through fear,you’ve burnedwhat must be droppedinto an abyss,into an earthen shelterfor a kiss. With no starlight,without youcoming out at night,you are screamingalways inside. Through sunsets,you’re losing waterat the world’s end,diving your timebetween blameand shame. Knowing this,these fracturesyou’re committed to,tells a storyyou want…
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Melt a frozen riverto let in another floating wordto boil you from inside. You won’t changewhen winter wanders byto bring downyour rising flame. It’s all smokewithout mirrors.You’ve gone blindto sensation.Where wounds exist,you rewrite themwith premature scars. Your breath could bea bold silver,if you could be stillto see your paceon its retreatinto blurred recognition. What you…
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Carried as petalsover vast contentsfrom our melting eyes,we’ve been thinkingover unsealed hearts,trapped insideeach other’s Hell. Heated tideshave been waking uswithin the night,for us to hold handswith our fever,within our frightextending forever. It’s a cursewe continue to lead,with the lightfrom our golden eyes. We’ve meant well,sticking close to hearwhat sudden changesin heartbeats could be. We’re locked…
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You’re sharing sideswith the last biteof your conformity. You’re losing light,dreaming during dayfor the nightto welcome you backto count breaths. You see thunderwhere there shouldbe a guiding sunrise. You sense a stormon the approach,while you’re walkingover those tracksfrom behind. Take your pale extensionto impale it uponheaps of snow. You’ve long been alignedwith the sad natureof…
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Our reflections,buried in shallows,along with our thoughtsburied into the mireof yesterday. To filter throughthe crackling soundsof shattered voices,of what goes oninside its blueblessings. To burn insideall we’re hoping for,surviving on the rightto seek shelterfrom the rain,in the night. It’s the mostwe can fathom,while we’re deprivedof our endearments,of our imminence. To tempt the sunto replace the…
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Like autumn’s children,we were scattered,brought to lifethrough weeping eyes,not quiet goodbyes. We fell to wantto be raised,to cross riversformed from bloodwe both shed. We took holdof offered hands,loosening a cryfrom open lipsthat cannot speak. For feelings to burn,changing from ivoryto a spectrum’s collection. We’re splashedwith a wave of colors,rejoining on the same side. Onto vast…
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It comes along,once buriedfor the ride,to be lifted abovethe longest silence. A vessel caughta reflecting puddle,an honest imageof someone,holding onto lifeat the edgesof ripples. A collection of wordskept in a cage,locked inside a heartthat would beatjust for one more mileto be counted,to be bled. There are assurancesto keep safe,when the unearthed curebecomes common light. There’s…
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Unfoldinglike blank pages,stirring during nightswhen forgivenessis just as colorless. Imagining a seato walk the miles,to not sink beneathlingering thoughts. Bound by beliefsthat hurt morethan what I can still see. Burned by what Ican still retrieve,even when I slumberunder falling rain. It’s all a battlefieldwhere stories are retold,fortunes are abandonedamong rotting flesh. I have come,crawling with a…
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Fragile partsbound without muchto provide purpose,to stick loyaltyto its desired shape. Fractures are an invitebecoming you to fallover that cliff,for you to plungeyour heartinto your mind. You never seeall that happensbehind you,where nighttimethrives on broken seams,distorted dreams. Fatal departure,one after another,loosens your sanitythrough its cure. You return,covered in tears,smothered in the safetythat darkness hears. One…
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Hope stirsin who you’ve seen,lacking their imagerythat the world treatsas invisible children,dressed in white. To you,they’ve surrendered,just as youenter their sceneryto fill their riverswith contentsfrom broken dams. You’re weepingtheir overdue tears,raining through their rest,or when they’re awareof their breath. You’re their piecesto rebuild,with hands that bleed,with a face that smilesfor someone unseen. But what you…
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There are scars,the evidence of usfalling apart. There are pieces,leftover from whenwe wanted this. We were buriedunder repeated words,unending rain,our excuses to separatethat first kissfrom the final twist. We were too securein our wounds,idling while we bledto see if our bodies,at their melting point,can be a guide. What falls from Heavenis a slice of ourunkind…
