Creative Writing
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One love drowned, One love crowned With dutifulness. I etched a number into my wrists With a blade, for blood to kiss, As that blood reveals love so noticed. Love lifted away From this sorry doomsday. Love was told to stay, Placed in my heart. It leaped away To the better parts of yesterday. And…
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Across the sea She blew me a fragrance, One I felt it worth to see With eyes upon her froze stare, And made me become aware. I loved With ‘forever’ branded in my heart, And loved With eyes upon the mournful sea, A love That she just couldn’t see To be forever, As I wanted…
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Heaven’s little whirlwind, You steal joy From the mercy of others Who sought to lift you Above their own strength, And see you in length. A form, so splendid, And eyes, so much marveled, in the chase Upon all Hellish ways That Heaven cannot live without. I have found what is beneath the flame, And…
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On a road, reaching somewhere, Though, going nowhere. Like two atoms, The smallest of grain, Against the flakes, We are reaching somewhere But falling nowhere. Love had its way For us, in the growth of it. But, the fewest droplets Are yours, In unloving lakes. You have seen loneliness For us both. I have seen…
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Leave me nothingTo turn overUpon the leaves across this form of yours,One that blossoms gleam beneath the sunlight,As each kiss I land,Is a singular brand. A burn,Beneath each leaf,Each summer leaf,Like what is overhead, the pain on a painted ceiling.The sky has a sun, the sun is what you see.Raining rays, like kisses to your…
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To dare resist, That I might desist, And abstain the gain of something for no pain. Of a woman, Dressed in marble, Fancy as always, In these adorned hallways. Lined in rows of emptiness To her mind, To her kind, In the dismal shine, Beneath moon, and blind Upon her stare in the grind. Of…
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What is that strange aura? That glint in the irises? What is that Hellish haze Is it the image of something drunken on the texture Of pillows? Shattered, I am, and yet I see softness in your frozen stare. What is that look In your eyes that have given up? I look down to see…
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I’ll drink from thee Kisses wet and deep, in the harmony of sighs. Open wide, And allow for hands to wrap around thighs. Whether sun or moon, it matters not Why we fossilize In the covers of a bed, brought down from Heaven To be on Earth. On this soil, we dance as two dead…
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We love, in the sunset.What of the sunrise?What of when I see you open your eyes,Against the blue of a dispersing night?And I see green? Two emeraldsDeep in the fabric of our quilts and sheets.This, I notice. Two dotted portions of Nature,Embedded deep in a face I’ve kissedUpon numbered times. We love, in the sunset.But,…
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Sweet maiden’s breath, And sweet maiden’s tresses, Of individual length. Like a vision Of something in a spectacle, Dancing above a lake. Her form, washed in the presence of water, And her contours, as elegant as ever. Love flows With the currents, And the ripples, To her, in the bluest coloring Beneath the welkin sky.…
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To love, As you shy Away from the sadness, in your eyes. A sweetness in the mirror, Was only a glance. Lust consumes, Love blooms, And the things that sprout From shoulders and neck Seem to be The nectar that showers Your hair in the sheen. Little droplets of liquid sweetness Running across Your shoulders…
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His mind resides on the edge To obsession’s pledge. He’ll never realize He is making the suffering, And not the love. Why make her wield the pain, on her eyes? Why sever the thing that could still make sanity flourish? It is in the eyes, Innocence. Fear is on its opposite end, And each tear…
Modern Romanticism 