Creative Writing
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For this, I’ve cherishedthis ample opportunityto see the sun riseeven with closed eyes.For this, I’ve spentmany a long nightlistening to clashing,disabling heartbeats.Yet, in the midstof having known when,I was always dreadingif it was even my fortuneto be forever blessedunder a guiding rayof listening light.I’m left with wantingto know who or what elsethese shivering handscan hold…
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Descend. Tell mewhat story you’ve writtenfor me to read.I’ll be there to commitboth lips, to tastewhat words lingeron your ripened tongue.I’ll remain here to seeall that you’ve presentedfor me to believe.Dying angel, you havebeen given too manydying promises,where all have burnedalong with your wings.You’ve been left hereto crawl on limbsyou have never used.For you used…
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Choosing, always slowlyto come ever-closerto a barricade, to a linewhere oil and waternever combines.Reinforcing, with certaintythat my delusions can berepresentative of my safety.I am never clear,while my eyes swimin resilience, in defeat,telling my backwards,dark reflectionI have something more.All I have are chaptersto be closed, to be boundin a broken spine.All that’s left are reused,simplistic words,…
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We built this ship,rowed with our hands,arriving at the only placeto ever surrender.Lights are from stars,sand is infinite time,while bliss is simplyfrom an oceanic breeze.To keep carvingour states, our fatesin these rippling waters,brings us over.To completewhat we were alwaystrying to achievemakes us receive.Our love, in thisvacant space with allour lingering shadows,compels us to dance,steers us…
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Finding you, burning youinto a deep den of memories,only for you to continueyour march into a different,direction, where depthhas another’s tune.Love had boiled, feelingswere what we toiledto upkeep their symmetry.Now that we are parted,has the sky stayed bluein your corner,to the north?Have snows stayed pure,printing your footprintsin places I can’t follow?I did not decide,upon the…
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Wild. Almost wicked. He has walked close enough. Up to her, where any closer will be through her. In his arms, it’ll come soon, but he’ll hold a ghost. Someone who wasn’t here a moment ago. All around, heat blends with its accompanying scents. It wraps, pulls, and can’t let go. Lavender for a calmer…
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He takes his time leaking his presence into her. Just as she had done, before this time he is taking, the same as he’s taking something away. He stands. She’s sitting. This isn’t submissiveness from her. This is acceptance. A better strand of hair, from her, would turn grey. He favors honesty above nearly all…
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I spoke throughreverberations,mere echoesdeprived of presence,when I promisedI’d keep awayyour shadows.I became an extensionof your bitterness,blending in all that floodsfrom the ruinsof this world.In your direction,light never finds a home,especially when Icarved nothing from stone,made nothing of a gardenI vowed for its color.Is there anything elseto remember me by?Is there nothing elseto prevent your cries?I…
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Our sicknessis something to finda common sense,a sensation in,whenever wewater our eyesin tragedy’s disguise.We blind our beautyunder constant,euphoric depravity.For we are unifiedwhen we undressto reveal ourpallid tones,worshipping the otherwhen sinking downon shattered knees.To continue to love,to continue to dropall from abovemessages froma darkened Heaven,we are foreverwithin each other’sfavorable denial.I want to caressthe sounds in yourfrightful…
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Perfumed smokestings eyes to tears,while I yearn to transformbeyond my years.Inside a mirror,I am imagingwhat I’m imaginingto be someonehurled into tomorrow.For tomorrow’s sorrowis another songto build on an effigy.Tomorrow’s griefis what I’ve yet to learn,when I carve footprints.The sunsetis a detailed scar.It’s a part of yesterday’sspiraling sandin an hourglass,collected froma visible shoreline.The sunriseprovides a translucent,transparent…
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A black ceilingstills where shestrays her gaze,has been holdingher flame, gatheredinto one spot.She faces a mirror,detecting nothingamong her marks,refusing peaceas it sparks.This black ceilingshelters her, as a cloudof congregated ravens.To death, it is singinguntil she blends her yearsinto forgetfulness,into numbness.She wants to takethat everlasting plunge,reversing gifted loveto a dying eternity.She’ll escapeanyone’s arms,slipping awayin the blood,within…
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I placed a flagthat had never beenstained with white.All its colorsfigured themselvesinto our enclosed,fixed vision.We wanted whatwe believed could bea dream brought forth,brought into ourshared bubble.A ship sank,waves were ourconstant reminderof what we eventuallybegan to blanket.In the white,under surrender’simmeasurable height,we were drawingour forms, like dead,rotting fish on the sand.Soon, we were fleeingthe tameless truth,sterilizing our…
Modern Romanticism 