Creative Writing
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Our frozen expressionsturn to the clouds, for harmony.Within them, we are viewingthe kind of sensationwe have grown to expect.Droplets of remorseremain intact, only whenthey’ll not turn to tears,continuing to stayas permanent smears.To clouds of greyin the anguish we relive,thunder never emergesas light for our path.We still cling to tomorrowlike a curtain to concealall connective sorrow.Hope…
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Stepping througha portal, into your world,erasing tears, before theyever find meaningin your eyes.I’ll rewrite whathas left itselfas the letters, the stainson your heart of hearts,where sheer vacancyhas moved in.I’ll bring aboutwhat you’ve forgotten,while you’ve beenhelping your mind todespair and disaster,sickness and disrepair.To pain, to those stains,there’s much that a kisscan continue to do,as I am…
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Tempting one,turn your eyes towardsthe one, just the onewho will carve your eleganceinto pages of memory.Gifting one,build with me a scenewhere eyes are never sad,where face remainnever distant, always glad.I will marvelat the void I’ve filledwith all your ivory.A blackness hasembraced its enemy.A bleakness willcontinue to fill itselfwith the green, from allwe will keep from…
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Returning to shelter,to rediscover our shadows,exhausting all possibilityto feel the breathof springtime, to seestreams of lightthrough the cracks.For all this time,we’ve deprived our eyesfrom opening upto different scenery.All this darknessblends in with our flesh,as millions of snowflakesconceal our roads.We’re never awareof wherever else that weever dreamed of,under hazing moonlight,during warming summers.It is merelythe simplest normalcyto…
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I have been readingthose golden wordspainted ontoa silver heart,studying the occasionwhen I can statethat nothing herewill ever fade.I am been rethinkingwhat moment I will undocemented memories.I have been consideringthat I cannot simplybe blind to blinding light.It was often the final notethat played on fragile heartstringsthat compelled me to weepuntil I fell asleep.It is now where…
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Hope is a rose,peeling its petals, emptyuntil exhaustion providesthe rush, the gustturning a clock’s handsuntil that final graincompletes the shore.Wide, with expansivebarrenness, in its whitecanvas-like presence.What might I be ableto draw with theseheated fingertips?What might I ever wantwhen light rises fromcherished horizons?Drinking the sadnessinto suffocation,as I rub these eyes,from collected,unwanted residue.You are still hereto sink…
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Melted eyeswater gardens,until cherished greenmatches her spirit,matches what’s unseenunder silver rain.Sadness can revealonly what’s bound tosurprise us.With a form to caress,a face to clean her tears,I’ll grant twin boughs,pulling her closeinto an eternalstate of bliss.Red lips to kiss,a heart to swim through,I’ll find a vine or twoto bind skin to skin,pages to pages.Merging our storiesto…
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Mourning sings aloudwhat I’ve missed, who I misswhile I’ve been telling thisbroken tune of a heartbeatto keep its purposefloating ever forward.Morning has passed,entangled in the stringsof a net of safety.There goes the sun,dying in its fallto one more overlooked,disfavored day.If tears can reachwhat has been buried,what’s beyond reachfor a pair of hands,I hope to growwhat…
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Being thereto scrape the dustfrom her bones,living in her worldthat’s being burned.To give into it,to merge with it,makes me feel more.Upon a kissplanted on herdistant face,there go her cloudsthat were concealingwhat’s disguisedbeyond eyes.What’s disguised?Why love, when Ican always entertainthese feelings, in myown space,own darkness?Revealing all herchildhood memories,breaking the weatherif not to break her heart.I choose…
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Placement of a wordon a pair of rotten lips,as old as the versecoming betweentwo souls, who conversein their tragic undoing.They’ve been longingto rewrite the historythat’s been saggingtired eyes, withered arms,to the graveyard offootprinted floors.They’ve been choosingto see the sunset,before the sunrise,blossoming only whenmatters become worse.Dragging a spontaneous,unfurled decision,lingering upon instinctwith its reeling head.No one comes…
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I Light is Burning Out Sometimes, we feel the pain of those who we’ve claimed to love, of those who suffer with something that’s beyond their control. But there are other times when we feel more of our own pain, desiring more of our own relief. Can we state that selfishness is a part of…
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Lost in clouds,a vision of a limitless,unbreathable voyagewhere endurance isthe highest factor.Am I better to fall?Believing in fewer secondsto sustain heartbeatsin their musical rhythm.Am I listening to dynamicchimes, or an engine’schurning exhaust?A white noise, it must be,to grow with, throughthis ascending course,deserting the vigorfor a hopeful salvation.Beauty’s running on fumes,alienating me in its ideals.Love cannot…
Modern Romanticism 