Creative Writing
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Sometimes, to love, I hear the record playing a certain song To bring tears upon my open palms. I only want to feel, So that I will not conceal, Everything not meant to be the shield In the vulnerability of what I wield. I wield the woes, As I listen to the sounds of crows,…
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He went to her, Nestled and torn In the brink of morn, Where a fanciful sheen was upon his temple, And whirlwinds were above her In a mind deranged by chaos. Love was wanting from her feathery arms, Love was warning him to be upon her In everything noted of her darkness. He went to…
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The poem and its petals, The poet and his tears, Laced and draped Over every word. Like love had a story to tell For the reader’s sight Upon page, drenched from pen And a fragment of shelved sadness, Deep in the poet’s mind. He falters upon her memory To see what should not wake up.…
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Such skin, Drenched in porcelain sweat. Porcelain in show, And lifeless as snow. A fever had accompanied thee, And lifted you away from me. I have taken away the sheet, To see the woman I once kissed, Before death came to grasp The pieces from me, The soul from me, The heart from me. Such…
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With all its romance,And endless series of entrance.Endless waves against your legs and ankles,Love seems to not leave you,For it bores into youA quivering shadow. A face, as old as timeWishes to not leave.A life, fit with wineAgainst your weathered lips.Love will entertain the harlotsAnd reunite the kingdoms. Can I seal your lips over mine?May…
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Kiss the lips, Despite the disease. Kiss the cheek, Despite how they’re weak.
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I thought much of her,Quelled much withinBecause of her.Her beauty was both the tormentorAnd the comforter. But, upon her absence,Upon her freedom,Only a tear, had I seenBeneath my footTo never pull my foot away. Never pull away the foot,Despite how far I walkOn my own. Like love never had a momentIn truth,In the merry mind…
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Why does love carry weight? And, Why can love so easily Turn into hate? My heart has fled from me Away from me, To the dark forests. I must have lost track Of the sin of creation Called time. The clock had once stopped Deep in her arms, Deep in her kisses, Deep in her…
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I don’t want you to feel fear, Nor is there cause to spill tears When my hand caresses your cheek. Because, all that should bleed Is the love between us, Down upon our knees. Down to the spot where we are weak, Where I am weak, And where you are heated, Like the melted candle,…
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Your face in my palms Shows rows of sweat over the years Shows trails of tears over your cheeks, For love has made you weak. You and I, Steady and going Over the mountains and dales. Like two birds or two rabbits And their cunning escapes From the slowness of a winter’s harvest, Because, love…
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I have thrown away the everythingFor the singular.For the single moment, when I’d receive the kiss,The press against my lipsI never had. For what reason did I spill the tears?For what reason did I drop the dimesTo lift her life from its Hell?For what reason did I dig this deepInto the heart of mine? Wasted…
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A masterstrokeAcross your aching form, is where erotica blooms,And I bow my head, to kissWhat sears,What burns.Will you trust me with your secrets? Each scattered piece of fleshYou ever viewed in a mirror,Is collected, at this timeWith my left hand over your eyes, and my right handIs pawing smooth skin.While you sigh, attempt to fall…
