Creative Writing
-
You were my principle,all my excuses, my reasons,but you kept giving memore to doubt after.I loved you, without knowingwhat else there had beenfor me, in this universeof constant eclipses.I cherished our dream,withdrawing myselfto waters made of reflections,as I decided to keep rowing.Moving our ship,escaping into spacewhere our faces,our exhausted eyeswere ours to forgive,but never undo.We…
-
This tension has spoken,has written our names,along lines, along the scarsthat run their lengthon our flesh.I let exit from these lipsall I’ve been meaning to say.I wish I could liberatefrom its echoing shella promise that continuesits pressure, on a soulthat never mourns itself,when it continues to sell.When I walk up to you,to be burned in…
-
Walking in, waking withinall that drives this rain,this melting wax.You’ve been waitingfor one second, in whichyou could let goof what you’ve beenremoving beneatha waning sun.You’ve been standingunder arriving stars,a void full with its shareof countless signals,gleaming flares.Walking close,bringing downa liquid forminto a mass of pages,to be stained in ink,erased with tears.Sheets conceal us,drown us, but…
-
It was the lastto be releasedinto one wild,open domain.It was given,bitten beforeeverything hadbeen rewritten.Loosening chains,greasing palms,weathered fromholding tightone final night.Falling into you,waiting for the arrivalof what matters leastin our survival.I had chosen for usto be named second place,on those circles, where wewere being chased.Love brings in colors,lust saturates them,creates fire, when lovecouldn’t raise us higher.
-
You deserved a choice,seeing me, left withouta space to bury thisfatal flaw of flesh,in an aftermath.What do I hold,when it has becomerotten with the cold?It decays, it staysstill bleeding in theseplainest hallways.Upon my leftwhere I’ve been bereftof all that used to shine,I continue to my righton this vain courseto seek remaining light.I scour over emptiness,with…
-
You want tohear it, again,in its softest subtlety.I ask it, another time,with breath I release,after inhaling vaporin what fog hides us,rewinds us.I hold out my heartin its everlasting blindness,to continue everythingI have given tearsfor its growth.Are you aware?Will we ever dareto brave this journeyinto solidification?We float, as bodies,warm to the touch,staring at open sunlight,watering our…
-
Why were we evera pair of souls, searchingfor something to matchour wandering eyes?Why have we alwayskept secrets that close?We fed what kept usmoving further awayfrom candleflame,into our disdain.Shutting doors,closing curtains,remembering our loveto be anything butfull of light,because we favoredthe fade of those forcesthat deceived us,that kneaded us.We were shaped to besomething cementedin futile pride,divorcing all…
-
I keep decidingagainst a wiser notion,siding with an emotionthat guides me forward,as I look backwards.Blind, I am,to what I believe,denying all that diedin becoming brittle,reflecting fragments.I see a manin each of these parts,as he has remainedwandering in a maze,drunk on a haze.I see that sunlighthas always beckonedthese eyes to finda different life,after leaving thisforever behind.I…
-
We’ve chosen this. Having chosen us, continuing to walk over our premature grave like the times when we swim in each other’s skin. Love arranged this, did it not? Or was it something else? Was it mere time? Our confession turned into denial of what wasn’t absolution. Our knees once became soft at the submission…
-
Such is the wayfor the both of usto keep screamingthat faint tune,calling each otherat our final hour,from across an ocean.Filled with tides,our hearts were blessed,while holding hopelike a bouquetof withered flowers.All fallen petals,we counted, while webelieved that wecould revive it.Whispering sweet,fatal promises,wandering into streetsthat went nowhere.I will continueto weep for ourexpected moment.Nothing could keepitself ongoing,…
-
I’ve led usto being transformed,while hiddenbehind black curtains,bleeding before we weep,weeping before we sleep.All at once, becomingsomething hideous,while ashamed to breakourselves, apart fromthe scorning sun.It illuminatesthese dreadful wounds,as we build ourselvesdown to submission,lusting after emptiness.What could we become,when we remove the barrierthat keeps our feetfrom crossing that bridge?We want to, to riseagainst the currentthat pulls,…
-
On this roadwith countless grains,having bloomed nothingbut what comes fromnaked wounds.Is it color,or it is a void?I’ve been revivingwhat I’ve brought down,remembering the painI’ve let becomethese swirls,these storms.Love has becomea bleak bitterness,a flavor on a pairof muted lips.Who will I be,as soon as I seethat last stone?It could beon the final milewhen I might speak,when…
Modern Romanticism 