Creative Writing
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Having rinsed handsin bleak clouds,we waited for winter,with its white dust,to cover usin history’s rushto the end.We waited for death,while continuing to hopeour final breathwill be counted.In the mileswe’ve kept our loveour world’s secret,we’ve dreadedcoming close.We fearedclosing wounds,closing chaptersuntil that last pagehung like a tear.Kisses could havebeen the thunderthat wakes us.Embraces might havewarmed our cold…
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Finding me,amidst this falling rain,where downpoursare mere showersagainst a soiled soul.I want to be reflectedin each puddle,where reunionsare connected,dissected correlationsbetween the faultand the funnel.I want to travelthrough the spiral,twisting up uncertaintyinto a blue and green,reshaped tapestry.Find mein places where I’ll bewatering mountainsto grow higher.Lose me,like the diamondthat’s last to fade,in a dimming sky.Evening has eonsleft…
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Lean back,let me seethose thoughtsyou are unseeing.Let me feelyour wound up,disheartened heart,while I undressyour wounds.Let me adoreall that you’ve cometo shout at,to abhor.Let me caressthe tears that findtheir meandering waythrough tresses,along bottomless,vibrant flesh.I want to keepcaring for everythingyou keep abandoning.Love isn’t a gift,as it is a blessing.I’ll grant it,regardless ofthe dustthat comes next.
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If this were valuable,if this were yours,you couldn’t laughwhen drops of bloodare all that’s leftto be cleaned.You wouldn’t bestabbing open wounds,deceiving me intoyearning to undoyour alienation.Love flooded fields,gave us harvest,granted us a tidefor growth, for bothof our heartsto decide.We weren’t meantto be ones to hide,while we werealways opento confide.Light shined whenwe were wilting.Water quenched usafter…
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Leaving echoes,reliving ripples,connecting the dotsamong faint stars.Undressing woundsto see what’s reflectingin this night,one where answersare never clear.I live in thispermeating darkness,rewiring a heart,hoping to findeverything that Ileft behind.You were thereto hear me contemplate,to know when Ihad been thinking.Such thoughts,such a sensationthat stirreduntil all becamea blinding blur.Having dippeda pair of feetin these waters,I still do not…
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Talking through funnels,with wind being here,sensing the dangerinside the twists.I’ve sent lovethrough a folded letter,dousing a final pagein what little I imaginedcan be contained,in the white.It ran its coursethrough your mind,if it had everfound its wayinto your hands.What did you think,when pieces came together,for one more time?Under a warming sun,you can bleed it out;but were…
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To close a curtain,to close these eyeswhere rain fell,after storms rose,while nothing elseever felt a needto remain.You were breathingalong the restof the hollowed way.But we were sinkingbeneath this poolof colored agony.I want what’s crystalto think about,to clean these woundsthat decorate handsthat had held yours.We’re separated,walking these curves,yearning duringan exposed aftermath.To dream will meanto relive a…
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Tears are fallinglike anchors, to keep usstilled for but a momentto see what we’ve gathered,before our armsturn into dust.Love has grown around,with colors to fill voids,with sounds to fill updeaf ears, that didn’t heara choir of angels.We are here, waiting forthose with flooded eyesto see what we’ve discovered,to hold onto whatwe’ve grown to live for.The…
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Warmer weathercompels me to look up.It invites me to seethat words, that prayerswere always meantto become worms,to eat your form,beneath a seaof stones.I will keep comingback to this space,leaving nothingas the faintest trace.I swim, within a worldwhere fire exists onlyin a heart, having warmthas a cruel uncertainty.Winter was whatkept me looking down,past a frown,onto lingering…
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White walls,choosing a pathwithout sound,without the wailsof a different,unabiding location.What willever will meto stop myselffrom keeping score?I want what Ican’t tell if it willbe permanent.Being lost,amidst the mist,releasing a songfrom clogged lungs.Notes of despairtell me, while I unfurlwings in disrepair,that I cannothelp but to rot.I want to stopwhat keeps mefrom losing directionin all directions.Covered trails,since…
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Other end of thisglowing sphere, paintedin hues of green and blue.You’ve walked througha faceless existence,wearing what rainsalways upon you.You’ve bled what Ihad to stop, while Ihalted the flowof traffic, your fears,your angelic tears.I called overforms of help,figures of a kind ofhelpless certainty.I wanted to weep,though it was youI had to keepconnected to a lineof salvaged…
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It’s good to seeall I’ve unseen,all I’ve forgottenall in betweenscattered sentences,broken words.A promise madefor a life, here unmade,among all that transpired,down to its destinationupon frigid miles.Covered in aftermaths,leaving shadowsdeep inside cracks.I’ve never receivedsome sort of clarityI can worship.I’ve wanted it to snowenough to be ableto let everything go.I’ve wanted the whiteto be where I can…
Modern Romanticism 