Creative Writing
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Helpless, your sorrowfeeds on its own cruelty.I’ve come to grantwater to your fire,saving you from yourblindness, your smokethat trails into infinity.I’ll lift what heavinessdistracts your shouldersfrom hands, made to inspire,made to present your retreatinto an embrace,one you’ve yearned for,one you’ve long ignored.Bliss is an ingredientI’ll present, I’ll multiplyupon your tongue,within your hands.Have what sweetnesswill coat…
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To your aftermath,I’ve left pagesunwritten, while youkeep close to yoursacred passage in history.Tears should beburied residue,rising only whenyou reminisceover things, left behind,abandoned to remindyour fulfilled mindof different footprints,going forward.When will you gatheryour thoughts, in a circle?When will you welcomewhat exists, here?We’ve introduced youto something to celebrate,while you are contentto be hindered.You wish to be the…
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From an open door,you’ve been releasinga thin vapor,a clouded favorto be revealingyour wounds, in onebleak shiver.I keep replyingthat you are reversingall that you promisedupon a burning road.You are sendingwords to a distant vision,revising what you spokein further aching syllables.I’ll continue this gazeon that open door,knowing you’ll come through,to feel your stagnancyin its intimacy.Light is drawnfrom…
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You’ve come far,but you’ve rejectedthat place whereyour hearts calls.It roars with a heatthat doesn’t subside,scalding your flesh,melting what residesalways on the outside.You’ve kept yourselfcornered within corners,framing your excuses,while a paintingin its colors, continues toreveal what’s recollected.You will eventuallycome to realize,at your final drop,that this sicknessis nothing for a feverto be its eternal warmth.Weep, instead of…
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I can see allthat you pretend to be,in your tragic calamity.I want to be cautious,stepping aroundthese stones,those that circle you,but are not your embrace.I believe in none of this,while you weep throughthe lines betweenyour upraised fingers.You cloak yourselfin the dust from dead stars,in the weatherfrom soaring thunder.You beckon, but no onehas brought you to theirwelcomed…
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This world swimsin its own lucidity.I develop scarsout of all I’ve recalledin this exhausting toilto see what I’ve missed,letting letters becomea hidden message.I’ve let all painbecome the endless trailfrom a blown-out candle.Smoke crawls throughreflections from windows,mirrors, and into the softnessof eyes that want tolook back, on lamentationswithin history.Dig into me,all of your presence,letting drown these…
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You tilt your headat this banished dayhaving becomean extinguishing night.There is a shredof lingering brightness,always in that final secondthat compels usto rush our destination.Where will you gowhen our walls are healed,or have stood upmore often that wehave ever crawled?We block the feelingthat continues to rise,with a greater urgeto turn our hoursinto momentary relapse.You hold in…
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Wandering backwardsto a detail I can barelyeven consider,when all that’s aheadis the white of endless clouds,accompanying the thunderof what I want to abandon.You will be waiting for me,in the pain, among the grains,writing letters for meto understand, though Ikeep letting it all escape.You continue to takethese feelings into yourunshielded mind,while I continue to remakethese thoughts…
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Hoping our burnfeels better than our cold.Had it been causedunder the same degree,the same frigidnessthat warmed our hands?Are you feeling this,after being brought close?I’ve loved more thanI will live for,behind closed doors,building bridgesI soon bring down.Life will runthat extra milelove had drawnon an outdated map.Trace me your scars,your uncovered sceneryon flaming earth.We are being engulfedin…
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This crypt, an entranceechoing thunder, immaculatein winter’s embrace.I’ve let the answer go,becoming filtered throughdisgrace and weariness.I am those dropletsloosened from the storms,as I pilot a grim ruinin a dark aftermath.I live, but I don’t lovewhat I’ve had to continueits existence in a voidI’ve come to adorn.Color drapes aroundan absence, where someoneonce also wandered,though never met…
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You were the typeto select what you giveto your feeling heart,to be magnifiedto be its betterment.I’ve longed to holdyour quivering hand,rushing all that I haveinside where you haveconsidered a drought to beall for you to be.I’ll make waterfrom crystallized tears.I’ll revisit those landsyou had abandoned,replacing dead earthwith simplest rebirth.I’ll speak those words,burning a suffocating ropewith…
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Wandering far, coming closeto this narrowed objective.Our winds pushed us,our tears kept us afloatuntil we realizedwhat else was sinking.In an aftermath,crowded in its disgrace,I’ve felt that stingon bleeding arms.You were kissingthese wounds, to close,while you were too closeto understand whatyou could have understood,from far away.I should have brokenour pieces, into more pieces,should have kept our…
Modern Romanticism 