Creative Writing
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I swore to sinceritywhen her world revealeda thinning line,one that those whoever crossed itwould be erased,in due time.I handed her a rose,one already wilting.I spoke what Ibelieved cannot bea promise, in the formof an imperfect circleto constrict a finger.I told her what Icannot believe to beever possible,ever true, when Iam just as wounded,bleeding just likeher…
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All that we thought of,while building our bodieson mounds made ofwhat we thought could notever crumble, ever swayafter it promised thatall will go our way.All that we dreamed of,denying our systems theiroverdue dosage of peace,giving enough until webecame what we werealways fighting against.Just a pair of monsters,like twins in the dust.We shouldered morethan we could…
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We walked, with heavinessthat no slumber could relieve,repressing our tearsback behind our eyes,to the back of our minds.We toiled, for these scarsto always see, to always remind.We thought of different waysto let go of words, to releasea gust from open lips,parted just to be at ease.We thought of wherever wemight serve in undying loyalty.Reusing sounds…
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With a blown-out candlethat started our doubts,I’ve been drinking inthe white, the immaculacyof a streak of hope.I’ve been drunk onwhatever comes next,with the future in chains,with the pastput to its blame.I’ve been leaving sandfor time to be told,for faces to be revealedin sudden recognition.For I want to seewho I’ve kept it from.I want them to…
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A ring of light,its heaviness wornfor this burden of beingwith the famous one,the one who wilts,the one who stands.I’ve chosen a starfor a single glimpse,for I cannot sayif who I’ve united withhas come to answerthese questions I layupon darkest soil.I cannot admitif this world hasmore light over dark,more sessionswith Paradise,versus Hell.But love has laid itsembedding…
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Bringing back insidea breath I let outside.At first, it appeared alien,until I noticed myselfuncovering myself,until I was freeingall I’ve not understood.Reflecting wallsare four, plus oneI’ve been ignoringfor its ultimate worth,for what it sayswhen I’m weepingthese storms away.I’ve been unloadingwhat I’ve been crowdingin this buried soul,while not ever seekingthe value of being.For pain, with decayin steadiest…
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As cold as stone,as old as this waythat eyes are litas if dreamswere fulfilled,in the rush offlowing streams.As if grief might beall that it takesto find true company.I’ve lived small,walking down hallswhere portraitsare removed,to be replacedwith somethingthat moves.A solid color,an isolated blue,an oceanwhere dripping dewdrifted that distance,to become a thingcalled time.It all goes bywith all…
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To bliss,to return that kiss,a heart has droppeda coin, a diamondto be heavieston its way down.Light died,while I museover those strandsof lingering hair,that built morethe softnessto that pillow.To desire it,once more, in thisdarkest of spotswhere I missthat final touchof disconnection.You were earthlyin all your stares,building me,always writing meuntil the inkbecame the tears,until the tearsbecame the…
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You’ve shaken tragedyof all its different variety.With all the leavesyou have collected,you cannot waituntil you flood the worldwith your perpetual state.I cannot find it in myselfto hold my head, to ever cryuntil I’ve made my wayto the truth, when I’ve lied.I cannot weep even a puddle,while you can stand therebathing in oceans,writing your name,until it…
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Immaculate, almost angelic,though your eyes haven’t lookednear enough to the truth.I cannot doubt what I seewhen memories are marble,after a pair of shaking handsstopping molding eternity.It was enough to be remindedof who hasn’t a life to ignore,of who should not be cryingwhen everything isn’t just more.Your earth is quakingwhen you shed a diamondfrom your denying…
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The less we knowis the less we hold onto,replicating the darknessin both our hearts,laid out ontoa sea of glass.Who restarts that rhythmwe’ve come to ignore?We didn’t come tothese shadows,those black curtains.We just knew whatwe would crumble into.We knew what we werealways shedding a tear for,always hoping for,while already buriedbeneath the mire.Would we haveever gone higher,hearing…
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This close,ever always signalingupon a road, this emptythat I’ve been crawlingover these stones,over this glass.Eyes look backwhen years are fluid,when expressionskeep repeating themselves,for wind to bring backthose abstract words.I’ll be promisingto my reflection,in an ocean,that the whirlwindcan keep playingits sacred song.I’ve been desperateto keep buildingall these rafts, to finda distant shelter.I’ve been eyeingthe path of…
Modern Romanticism 