Creative Writing
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Wash it down,whatever bitternessis ever left, as it cannotremain when weare better to bejoined like twins.I must knowwhat artisan crafted you,to be this surgeof nighttime glimmer.You are not to beanymore distant thanwhere you stand.I will admirethis elevation of radiancethat I’ve desired,while it bleeds from youinto the setting sun.Under the rising moon,you’ve been burned intothis etched…
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Trace those wordsmaking marks on your lips,in the dust, and alwaysbeing retraced for a funeral’sconstant tolling of a bell.I’ve been living in it,internalizing what’s dreadedin those darker hours.I’ve been inviting it,like a long-lost friendwho gasps, doesn’t speak.I never wanted this,an eclipse of a minddrained into becomingmore of the void,in our universe.Tracing what you’ve said,a mirror…
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Defying it,the feeling of warmthfrom the rising sunmelting residual scornbleeding from eyesyet to be unblinded,yet to be reborn.Underneath this darknessis more darkness, to beburied in its endless,cementing hallways.I bleed upon when Iweep to those sounds,far beyond where Ishelter myself.Laughter sings somewhereoutside of shadows,within this inhabited town,apart from an abandoned,regressive mind.In sickness, I am mergingbruised flesh…
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As deep as this heartcan ever be moved,will be similar toas far back as promisescan be reversed intoa previous life.I cannot peer intoa void, without eyesbeing blinded tobecome nothing butdiamond dust.Why were wealways fleeingfrom each other’ssoothing arms?Why have wetortured our souls,living for nothingbut the pressure?Stopping bleedingwas never to be likehow we stoppedour glowing heartsfrom beating.We…
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You’ve been collectingthorns for withered roses.I have been collectingthoughts for a vase,built from cracked glass.I’ve hoped for growthfor the both of us,though a funeral hasalready been prepared,with one coffin,with not enough roomfor the both of us.Can these tearslift us from our roots?We were once infants,but we were notmeant to leave this earthweeping like howwe entered…
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This final touchto revisit a moment,clouded in memory.I am bringing fragranceto your burned petals,between the ivory.I am bringing what mightraise tears from a fractured,faultless mind.Hand of water, going toa space, littered with ash.We are here to dance,while we rememberwhat we wrote, on ourhearts of silver.Shimmering withina spread of looking-glass,as a flood narrows myattention to your…
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Isolated. Suffering aconstant withdrawal,as I am draggeddown to mother earth.I wish to holdall these fluttering,repeating memoriesin golden hands.I want to crashthis form of mineinto the depthof a crystal ocean.I’ll see all sidesI once ignored.I’ll believe in the whiteI’ve always wanted tokeep coloring.I’ll believe in what Ican erase into its peace,though I’ll desireanother hand to writewhat…
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Tell me, under thesecloudless days, what Imust rewrite on a heartthat has become a stone.Tell me, while I amweeping through thesecountless fingers,should I fall backto breathe in airthat was poisoned?Darkness scares me,when I close these eyes.I am seeing reflectionswithin shields for light.I am collecting mothsfor a discolored flame,because I cannot wait,while this world has placeda…
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I funnel, I channelthese energies throughthese open wounds.Neptune’s applauseis from a vague noticeto a man whose heartbeatwill stop when he knowshe clings to a final sign.Shadows merge in thisbranding moment. I amwithered, when I filtera smile down an avenuewhere I want to lay.I want to sink this formof mine, where it will notever shine, deep…
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Tidal fire,expressions of doubtdirected on our flesh.Where are wemost fragile, to bealways scarred?Love has drawnits crude map,lashed into shapeon our backs.Twisting promisesinto unintentional deceit.We wanted to,but what could we doafter finding that fateled us towards its gate?We bled, during timeswe would dreadour feet beginning to retreatback into our shells.Crimson comesas a wish, to presenta connection…
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You’ve brought the worldto a corner I’ve called home.You’ve lasted yourselfin shadows, stretched farfrom wandering legs.I am breathing your vaporinto these hollow lungs.I am marching on thisunpaved path, connectinggleaming stars to forma distant shape.Who else has diedin the brittle attemptto have what hasalready left?Your absence has swallowedthis burning scenery.Your face has been transferredinto these staring…
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Growing worsein deciding that a feverkeeps our hands warm.We press against the wound,but keep opening it,embedding the infection,digging into absenceto discover nothing present.Fire starts, memories burn,dissolving our stormswhen we mistake laughterfor the gift of healing.It’s nothing more than a maskwith different colors shown.I want to let go, but cannotundo the knot that staystying us to…
Modern Romanticism 