Creative Writing
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What can we make Of two faces, identical only in the light? That are in love, like a pair of stars? Are we ever too distanced, Or apart? And do we still love? Did we ever despise who we were As lovers? Are we entertaining death, When we dance? Are we ever seeing an ending…
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Keep time flyingTo the horizon, where your kisses are sentAcross oceans, and further. I will keep my eyes motioningOver your form and gaze, between the stars,Moon, and even the sun when it sets. I loveWith fuel for the fire,As I add the rust,That drowns out all words in the ocean.As eyes are against all tides,The…
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Due, and overdueFor the delicate kiss, upon a mouthThat gapes with the sighs,Blown free, like seeds off a dandelionIn the month of May. I hold your neck,And I kiss your flesh,Velvet and soft, as it shimmers in the sunrise.I breathe over youThe devotion I’ve been meaningTo release. I bleedLove upon you,Over you,And above you,With kisses…
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With everything that streams From your tresses to your shoulders, As your tresses to your neck, Everything golden about you Is mine for the kissing. With everything not meant to grieve When I am with you. With everything so firm and so amorous Of your delicate aspects. Kisses will stream Upon your frozen lips, For…
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I’ll not ever neglect to see Beauty within thee, When age has encompassed your form. Time is but the first thing To release itself, from a thing captured. A form captured, in arms, glowing in the sunshine, And from everything else that blossoms, Sprung in the springtime. All is for me to greet thee, and…
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Aromatic, above the flesh, as fumes raise themselvesTo my nostrils, and beyond.Lust sends motions, and we sin together.Love flies kisses to your mouth,And we love forever. I am within,And you are around.Like truth that spills over, to reveal to the worldEndless colors.Endless shapes that perspire and mold. Across your heavenly form,I am sentenced to stayAnd…
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What have I done? With the blood that soaks between my fingers Like nectar, Like morning dew, Like tears, Like marrow. What have I become In the still shaded eclipse, to her form I once guarded? With all my might, I once guarded. With nothing to see, in a future, for plight, I once guarded.…
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Take away the layers Covering your absence, For I’ll admit to the moon and stars, That I’ll want thee, from the grave, again. You blow to me the stars, As I envelope you, the moon, And the breast revealed Is but the darkness away From the lighter ends of the surface To that very orb.…
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What she saysTo me, atop the waves,“You are my captain, and we have been through the stormsTo see the newest light, at the furthest reaches.”Thunder is lighting her eyesAs echoes of how I screamed. I cannot abandon my vessel.But, it is already broken, already bleeding. What she notices of me,Creating the waves with my tearsAtop…
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The woman with a fan To still the descending droplets Of sweat, from pores that open across Her velvet flesh. The woman with a fan, The woman who can still stand, Despite the harrowing years It took to appear grand. A single arm holds her upright, It is mine, As she is stilled by time.…
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Where shall I put them? On the ivory? On the nudity? On your bared self, So that tragedy Cannot reach us, I kiss a mark, and I burn it, and I hold it, Into you. You lovely thing. A woman Of smiles reaching To the summer and winter sunset, In this fatal moment, And we…
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Grant what he’s yearned forBeneath covers, bled for.Beneath the petals and sorry smiles, he’s thrown afterA love he thought to growAtop stumps, as roses, and atop flat desertsWhere no wind blows. Grant him his fortune,Because, he’s yearned for it.Tulips atop graves,And daffodils atop waves.He gained what is now a buried memoryIn his mind, that was…
Modern Romanticism 