Creative Writing
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Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet gained For the two hearts, becoming one. Like love never…
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The blackest air,The disease,Was never enough to truly see youIn your time of plight. I kissedA song down into your throat,And drew a curtain asideTo see you even more. Love sleepsUpon shelves made of mahoganyAs an endless storm of books,Captured of each detail. Look upon your hair,There are spiders that crawl through it.Each strand, they…
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Sometimes, When life looks in both directions, And can staple itself Against Hell’s ceiling And Heaven’s floor, We can realize we’ve stepped over stones that float Atop blood and marrow That swim in the heads of those ambitious Enough to follow their own voice. Oh, love With either end to see the lady through To…
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The world swings letters On jagged rocks, Near an ocean, where wails from whales Are the same sounds as the crying widow. Love possesses dragon scales, Covering the entrance of intrusion. Beyond the wall that shields a person From exploring the outermost, And the wall goes aflame In the current of disdain. Those letters Swung…







