Creative Writing
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Beloved, with curtains so dark in their texture. You can see through them To detect, my seeking gaze, So that I may embrace you, beneath quilts of softness. Like a book with two covers, to merge the story together. We are felt as the pages, written with words from lonely sighs. We are felt without…
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Love holdsThe burning hotnessOf a five-pointed little thing.You, as the star I discovered, in my universe of the infinite.Arms wide, for the taste of the air,And legs the same, for the allowance of my entrance. Yet, I hold you upright,Like an infant to be seen by a mother.My love, you have eyes that beam upon…
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Twice, I’ll kneel To remind myself, of my devotion And my error. I offered my name to you, And here I’ll kneel, once more To plead For the forgiveness, so needed To move past the grime In our romance. I bleed upon the floors, my heart with its sincerity To never see you cry Again…
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A woman’s breath As yours, Gives me reason, to walk with you Through the current, unfurled From feathered lips. Sweetness as rosiness, Like the face that melts from my touch Upon your pallid cheeks. I am in love With a stream, occurring from feathered lips. The storm is gone, And the harshness of our lives…
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Love is spottedAcross your heart, as the empowered longingTo see everything meant to be,Yet couldn’t be. I was in you, upon a time,With breath upon every bone in your form.You breathed over me, in the past whenWe knew love for the fields, and their scenery. I am still in you, am I not?The little memories,…
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Words are the very chords Echoed out from somewhere deep, Plucked upon heartstrings, in the fullest moon. Love lifts clouds Away from your tired face. Love replaces them With the blushes of a sunset, vivid and wild. Breathe deep, those notes I will come to hear them Even in my most hazardous trials, Because, you…
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Twist the velvet Wrapped around your curving shoulders. And breathe me a kiss That is laced in the wine from our evening. Your eyes hold a subtle Hint of what I’ve come to notice About you. Just the fevered rays of a sun that I’ve been lacking. Just the warmth of something meant to be…
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In May of 2018, I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 at a hospital, during a time I was weening off an anti-psychotic medication. I suppose that during the process of weening off that dreadful drug, I developed Bipolar 1. It affects my writing by keeping it in two directions: an “aggressive” side, and a “sensitive”…
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The absence of a doorTo the entrance of my heartMeant forTwo rooms to be the spacesTo exit both waysOr to enter both ways. She came in through, one before the other,First to enter,And then, to kiss.She came in through the absence of a door.It was just a mere entrance to my presence,For her to see…
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Wild as the petals upon the meadow’s edge Your cheeks grew to be the distant sunset, The color of love. A long blush held me captive As I was held in awe, I took what gaze I could find. From two eyes, I merely saw one Staring back, for the eye I saw to be…
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Where love showers Petals atop the held hands, From eyes, from skies, Dropped from musings, Deep in a gaze, While we are deep in a haze. Love flowers on a face, I have come to trace For each curve to her cheek, And each curve to joyous tears.
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Familiarity growsTo what I see,Behind the curtain, eyes seem to glowAs the roses atop the motioning sea.Love is aflame in her face,For me. Beauty has draped itself overWith a curtain, to blind me to see,Nipples as garnets atop porcelain flesh,Breasts as the hanging tears, raining from beneathHer treasured gaze.What a blaze atop her form, smothered…
Modern Romanticism 