Creative Writing
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Upon that path,littered in the defeatof retreating footprints,while I hunt for an answerto a question I asked,just once.I hope, while a ropehas coiled aroundthis bruised throat.I had never breathed,until I listenedfor those whispers,under the soil.Upon this crude road,following shadowsthat remain close.I have listened to whatcontinues its dance,from light’s eternal song.I have kept goingin an eagerness…
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Adorned in all that wedreamed of keeping.A time when we alwayscalled to words, repeatinga blessing in disguise.We kept retreatingto how we knewit would find its wayto end, endlessly behind,as shadows keepdressing our wounds.We kept defeatinga shivering hope,surrendering to disaster.Love held a candle,to burn the ropethat death brought.Love brought our hopeas sunlight, from a window.But we…
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I am unallowedto breathe what passed byin its weighted current.I take for grantedwhat rolls on throughshores of endless footsteps.Once, I felt it,a presence of symmetry.There were those eyeswatching where I knelt,in sands, above thosecountless graves.Once, I took inwhat I have let goto be finite into infinity.A breathless whispershelters painful memories,deciding a faint future.I am in…
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A breath, withheld,leaving this world surprised,while I am bewilderedat the sight of black,all around me.Who has come to visit?Who has come to viewanother flake of dustpassing under the sun,or is it the moon?I am under, deep undera haze of drunken forgiveness.Do I deserve what Ilong waited for?Being desperate,in what I dreamed of,living off the flesh,before…
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I choose todig into, while you arealways a shadow away.Your memorywipes clean this exhaustion,reaps the smilefrom the sadness.I choose whatkeeps forever closest,reading goodbyes likerelit candles.To be burned into firelight,to seek shelter in an eveningwhere fog will remainthis darkness, this burial.Once bonded, in arms,now bandaged inside curtains,fatal in what thisbecame to be.I continue to love,while I…
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Heaven’s voicecalls down a harmonyfor an untouched heart.She has waited,releasing airfrom a parted mouth,scattering seedsover blackest soil.Her hands have alwaysquivered in the fallof autumn’s truer colors.Her eyes have watchedthe growth of children,stretching to skiesfull of reaching sunrays.Place a promiseinside her vacant mouth.Let a teardrop soar,raising a single leaffor summer’s advancefar from winter’simmaculate blankness.She will walk…
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Surfaced, reaching forthose stars, high above me.Living for one more tideto keep me adrift,to bring these handsto rediscover, to siftin the remainsof a prior world.There, she singswith enough to enrapture,when I am enveloped in foginside this desolate mind.Here, she bringswhat I have been unableto hold, when I have beentoo cold to breathe.Bewilder mein how you…
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There, you uncovera blank slate, one whereink may write whatremakes our story.Here, I am nowherenear to being ableto lift you, from behindpainted curtains.Another hoursuffocating on hesitation.To us both, we areblanketed in remembrance.What could a footstepreveal in its residue?What could a teardropraise from dried earth?Love measured usin the wind,snared us in believingthat we could holdthe stars…
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Dread in white,enduring thisthrough paragraphswritten with black.I am holding backtear after selfish tear,smothering the waythat retreats awayto the storm.What must I do,to give everything I have,until I can undolove’s painful brand?Fragile one.You’ve kept onward,seeing illusionsin what you could become.You’ve been kneelingin sands from the past,as you’ve been blindto promising words,being traced,among dust.You’ve kept looking ahead,to…
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I keep in touchwith your promise,one you’ve rehearsedwithout deprivationof one heart’s blood.You’ve been keepingall that you are, hidden,until the eventual timewhen you will be hopingwithout even consideringwhat is left of me.You’ve leeched me,while I’ve remained herepainting color into a void,one that echoes a song,repeated in memory.Find me, on your voyage,carrying stones you’ve leftfor me to…
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You were hereto see me retreatback into fullest shadows,back into closets,warm as open arms.I let fallthat final tear,wiped a false smileinto an engrained,captured smear.I have whisperedwhat others can’t hear.I’ve walked ahead,while keeping neardeath’s consoling grip.While you were here,feeding me words,laced with fear,I bled between fingers,letting leakwhat formed bleak,barren darkness,at my feet.You were what ended,what I…
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Space that surroundsour feet, upright in wherewe exist on these grounds,bleeding to raise whatlittle we can nurture.Life has been leftto be cared for,in our trembling hands.What will we be holdingshould love becomea washed off stain?You are here,smothering this worldwith a future’s scent.I am residing closeto places we’ve hurledto unknown infinity.I am facing whatwe will live…
Modern Romanticism 