Creative Writing
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A tale written,weighted under stones,inked with the tearsof your streaked face.What were we wishing for,when shielded with curtains?No light was brought,nor leaked, from the dawnof another sighted day.Just a beliefin seeing smilesreflected fromour yearning faces,our exhaling lips.No hope to comefor the battered flesh,for these senseless scars,for all that weforever toiled for.Love should knowwhat to look…
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I’ve refusedto believe, that the endwill draw near,like a curtainshrouding sunlight.I’ve reusedthe same words,like tears in the morningfinding their one wayoff my naked face.Blankets of hopeencircle me, wrap melike a present,unwilling to be openedto let the darkness in.The sound of rain,I choose to calm me,rather than blend mewith its songof blatant misery.I want my wingsto…
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You were somewhere,always a breath away.You were driftingon some small pieceof slender hope,surviving as ifyou were living.Where did you believeyou ever belonged?I have wished,during cold nights,that you will find meupon my broken knees,fading into the earth,with nothing leftto resurrect.You were sinking,while never caringwhere the windwill push you.You might discoverwhere all the roads end,filling your spaceswith…
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I’ve given in,giving to the onewho sings her sweet,vaporous whispers.She lives in me,burning my throatwith all the answersI might resurrect.Because I’ll burn downwhat I, for a second,come to regret.But I’ll raise it upwhen she smiles,when she criesfor more than a while.A moment of sensedoesn’t keep me,as it reminds meof an unfiltered purpose.I am designedfor this…
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Filtering a voice in the sunshine, of tomorrow. Dreading me, through every day’s endless sorrow. I want to know when all of this will end. I yearn, while I contain my passion with belief in mind. I have built rafts made from mud, from autumn leaves, have built cities to keep me sheltered, lost in…
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Coming closer,always yearningfor what Ikept imaginingto be everythingwe revealed,when we shed,when we danced.Life stays itselfunder its stars,burned into diamonds.Moments repeattheir undue necessityto keep me swimmingthrough eternity.I wanted to do morethan to blanket your formin a cloak, to surroundyour marble shape.I’ve bled drya heart, I’ve resignedto the leech of love,while rinsing my handsin your charity.If I…
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Both of us were pusheddown the same current,lost in white rapids,lost from an immaculatesource of our company.We’ve carved letterson plain sands,drifting for hourson residue, from ourhollowed hearts.We wanted messagesto keep connectingto softer surfaces,pointing our visionto greater ambition.Nothing rose froma garden, as bleak asthe weather that nevermelted our skin,without permission.We just lifted our agonyto the wind…
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A constant streakwhere breaths get released,pushing seeds out intoa field, for theirdecided deliverance.Light will be ours,out on this great expanse.We were overwhelmed,while we were desperate,to keep emptyingour shelves, of stories,of our enemies,our clouds.We mean to embracea time, in renewal,reborn to never rewindour lives back intosurviving in those landscapesthat burned in a fever.To approach the other,to…
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If you are able to hear me,through this thickening mist,a voice is begging youto survive the fall.What I forged,what I have handed youare the keys to a better,safer tomorrow.But you still walktowards that familiar cliff.You still bleed your veins,remaking the same stains.Survive it, when youcomplete your approachto that revisited spot.Attempt to rectifyyour life, among four,different…
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We’ve been waitingwhile giving each othermuch-needed space,disclosing secretsin rooms full of dust.We’ve been spillingwhat’s left in our eyesonto floors that turned red,bloodshot with our sightthat burns, that stares.This will get better,for us to bloom underall we’ve been crowdingin our heads, to keepwondering when.Death knows nothingbut its own tragedy.Our love pursues,keeping curtains open,keeps veins spillingtheir bold…
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Living in reverse,rewriting our lovein careless verse,denying all that diedin between sacred secondswe were able to cry.I want us to crawlback to that holeall our shadowsever put us.Even if all we dois lie to the sun,become blind to light,perhaps the darkness,just the darknessunderstands us.Even while we evaporateour breaths, into cold space,daydream under the moon,making wishesin…
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Rowing time uphill,believing in the bestof words, spoken whenI’ve stood in those fields.Lightning flashesmore in my heart,than in the sky.Watering eyes,driving one more sunto cease its sleep.Shaking hands,releasing breathsupon welcoming light.I fold the pagesof my storyover the lessonsI still have yet to learn,battling this sufferinguntil I can bea soldier coming home.Bleeding hands,dancing to the morningafter…
Modern Romanticism 