Creative Writing
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Walk a thin line,trusting those whoknow you, during betteror worse moments,devising an ideafrom collected matter -the residue of the last.We hold out hope,lit as a reused candle,extinguishing whenour arms get tired.What a weight, it is,to keep this boat movingtowards what was believedto be the final island.Bringing togetherall those who knowthese burdens,this water that headsdown from…
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I’ve filtered enough language,becoming silent, amidstthis eternal absenceof who I held, who I wouldhave kept until we would meld,becoming what we neverbecame, under the sun,weeping while blind.You went overthat mountain, seeinganother light thatsomeone held,reviewing your torture,promising more endurancethan all I passed along.I went out, like a torch,continuing to love,hearing your voicein the wind, dragging leaves,twisting…
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Hold the wayfor this spillageof excess, inside along and emptyhallway.There was alwaysa need to keepourselves, from beingtoo late to fill upour eyes,always our eyes,when seeing what weleft to decay.Why would wekeep finding somethingto go on for, when wereuse it, always it -the fatal impressionof keeping herethe feeling.That feeling thatwas never what wewould ever keep.It kept…
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I’ve often saidlife’s too short to speakthese hard words,if I couldn’t just place themwhere I couldn’t see them.I’ve often dressedthis form of minein bandages of black,showing up for a funeralfor history’s voices.Roaming in the spaceof memorized icons,those who’ve gone forward,swallowing their tears -the juices of fruit.Bleeding upon bedsheets,making love with the sorrowthat I’ve come to…
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Divorcing the decisionto be removed, to insteadbe moved, inside your mind,rowing in this path,where on either sideis the result of weatherthat never stoppedits infinite descension.Remove what weighs us,as being modest is too closeto looking like fear.I strip from your shelldrenched attire,laced in prior exhaustion.Freeing ourselvesfrom needless toil,into open, crisscrossingembraces in a tempestof tangled limbs.I have…
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Here’s hopingyou’ll remove yourselffrom your darkness,blinding yourselfto comfort, from sunlight,being reborn in a differentplace, entirely.Love can reforgeyour volcanic heart,erupting at slight,burdening deliverancesof anger in the morning,and hopelessnesscoming whenever youreject warmer colors.As your witness,I can present the letters,the path, that goes straight;but will you twist aroundyour purpose, in this story?I can provide what will,or what might…
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Darkened byfate’s rewritten verse,as I move, to winback that feeling -the one I feltamong night’s growingstate of deprivation.I hold a blank sheetof torn paper,bleeding words from dust,forming images,from a picture I haveburned into memory.I’ve never been one formoving apart from the sun,while I keep holding onfor the sake of knowing whennotes will be re-sung.To music,…
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Block those mileswith repeated ruins,felling symmetryat the single blinkof a tearful eye.I have heardwhat calls frombeyond our frozen,twisting stream.I have melted,when I have come upto replenish lifewithin a memory.You are one more doseto satiate a dwelling heart,moving me, into those ruinsfor one more embraceunder a humid,dense atmosphere.You were oncepresent, in being thatwhich comes outonly when…
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You’ve left meto be reconsideredupon these tall waves,breaking only whenI’ve been drowned.I do considerall that we’ve felt,weeping the same tearsas twins in the evening.We’ve leaked our eyesuntil oceans were made.We’ve uncovered ourselves,presenting wounds as thosegifts of vulnerability.In here, I’ve lostall that I’ve built,that cannot be rebuilt,when a fanned flamefeeds a desperationto be warm.Out there, you…
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Here you areto lead this ruin,as I becomesomeone smotheredunder my ownfutile pleas.I have becomeanother screwbecoming loosefrom mere fingers,deserting bloodexiting from the strainto be removed.I have leftwater, where lipsare never quenched,clenching to warmthwhen it’s a fever.What is a dropletof sweat, when it isall that ever falls?What is a teardropwhen it descends toan untended garden?I have lastedif…
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I’ll reunite,in all this debris,forcing stormsto close their doors,disallowing griefto be given a windowinto this vacant room.I’ll swallowpride’s bitter pill,falling throughinto that lake of iron,where bonds,where promisesare revisited.With all that runsbetween us, among us,I’ve taken to shoutingfor death to retreat,for our lives to breathein holding hopeto melt, withinour dreams.We’ll stand still,rewriting ourselvesin these thinly-wovenmemories, that…
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Advancing towardsdarkness and dust,letting shadows becomeall that I knowin the arms of onewho carries a burden,in her floating heart.Walls are surroundingwhere I’ve nested.A fortress sparks growth,being not what I know.She looks on, seeingnothing more than a child.Snows have fallen,with silence as a lullaby.See me, withholdingstones I could put forth,for graceful stepsto sink into the aftermathof…
Modern Romanticism 