Creative Writing
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Flesh is pulled.Let me lie here to countthe stars, before theyare also gone.Eyes are mounted.Blind spots are manywhile I’m losing countof what I’ve lost.There are oceans,those that have buriedthe endless storiesnever shelved.There are heartsof those who scream,of those who separatelight from dark.I am mostlywhat I am not,while I live,among the gray.I am dreamingof faces to
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Who do you fall for?You stand up to scream,to fight treason,letting your life justifythis dated reasonto damage yourself.I’ve come forward,letting my hand landon a quivering shoulder,one still drenchedin the tears of another’spresented burdens.Who might you let in,while the world you knowkeeps you broken?Your mind is a whirlwind,your heart is a shattered,stained reflectionof someone who prefersto
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Starved of life,rejecting the presenceof the exposing sun -revealing ones that youhaven’t known.You blink to unsee,choosing to be blind,craving darknessto drag youin reverse.You’re pulling petalscloser to your scars,digging yourself deeper,veiled in depth.There’ll be more to realize,when you’re not thrivingwith eyes watchingfor ashes to fall.It’s radiancethat illuminates youin the haze, the mist.It’s someone else’s eyesclosing in
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Drifting smokefrom two burned out,unattended candlesmarked our halt,told us tostop resisting.We found reasonto keep diggingto find where excuseswere buried.We were blindedto the woundwe kept deepeningon our roadwithout lights,with no guidance.We burned our flameto keep believingthat there was somethingto be fighting for.We didn’t knowthat the flamehad been changingour smiles into tears.We didn’t seethat we were drowningin
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What will I beonce I put awayall this infinityI helped to bea place to bejust me?Fighting for the onewho did shudderwhen the worldwith its bewildermentsfilled her mind,faded her soul.Repairing the onewhose heart had beenled astray.What is left in me,while I realizewhere I’m torn?Eyes are embeddedin a sculpture,looking my wayto see if I amalso led astray.Such
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Rubbed together,idling foreverin that fervent natureof your intensity.You come here,waiting for a trainfor your journeyto remain endless.There’s no stop.There’s what you keephoping to return to,embedded like darknessin thunderclouds.Your wings are furled,your eyes are closeddreaming to escapewithin some thoughtthat is buriedafter more thought.Your face, a canvasfor exploration,or for resignation,depletes you to seemore ghoststhan signs.
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In here,the world is cold,far from circulation,from from the heatof that extensiveanticipation.Are you safe?We’ve lingered here,reaching for wordsto recover meaningfor a lack of color.Are you loved?This isolation sheltersnot much morethan our two heartspieced together.It’s all that I cangive to you,while our knotremains tight,as this spotstays bright.We can light candles,that are fewer than fuses,not giving into
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It’s been fatalto mingle with yourfragile similarity.I want to protect,while I cannot connectwith a proper vow.You stand there,gentle in the gusts,careful in the airthat is your misery.You’ve yearned,you’ve hurtthroughout time,throughout hours,those minutes,those secondshanging onto youfrom winkled hands.The stillest framecannot contain you,cannot refrain youfrom seeking shelterin the pouring rain.This simplest stateto your complexityharbors ruinfrom your heartbuilt
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Soft signs, subtle marksmerely whisper your storyto state just a tingeof all its vividness.I haven’t understood it,when I am unable to,when you are unable tolet others within.You wilt, while this fogtends to obscurethe glistening on a woundyou’re desperate to show.You have prayed,but no one answers.You have called,but no one is thereto hear your criesgathered for
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Come out of that crowdto let your heart be nearthis one that beatsfor another one.Come closer, come seewhat’s been waitingfor a shape to formout of nothingness.There’s somethingto be believing in,someone elseto breathe with,while we’re searchingthrough tall grassfor our home.We’re here to settle,to surrender beneaththe connecting clouds,deserving of whatcomes next.These fields will burn,it will our turnto
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Deprecate it,as soon as youanticipate it,believing that youare leaving tracks,but you are sinking.Do you knowthat you are drowningto keep yourself afloat?It’s the knotthat you tighten,holding another one’stotal, equivalent ruinclose at hand.You’re kissing facesthat have simplysung for you to entertheir scarred arms.You’re leaving traces.It’s their shed skinyou hold up to yourtrembling lips.There will beno one leftto
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At long last,we’ve neared it,not reaching it,never to take it inour burned palms.It was the airwe began to breathe,seeing that sightof crystal sands.We didn’t get there,falling into the fade,the weather aboveseeking shelteron our face.Swept overboard,losing control,starving our heartsbefore the final feastwe begged for.It was the firewe began to feel,not for its warmth,not from its light.Stillness
Modern Romanticism 