Creative Writing
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Wandering vessel,searching for meaningfar from a distant heartbeat,far from the bitternessof blood, on parched lips.One time, she knelt in the sand,deprived of something to seewhen it sunk belowa bottomless horizon.That time, she called for meto return to her gnarled arms.There was nothing morefor me to place insidethat ice-cold flesh.There is everything morefor me to see,…
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I’ve trapped usunder dark skies,knotting our darker,heavier sides,while kissing fingertips,lit, like candleflame.I’ve watched for tides,coming closer, as we weregoing under,embracing under aromatic,quenching caresses.Holding closeda once-wide open door,letting years slip byinto formless oblivion.Hushing mouths,rewriting vows, beginning tobreathe in what we cannot,though we will,drowning in every part ofour bottomless scenery.
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Bring yourself forth,dragging your fears througha door I’ve held openfor light to leak intoyour parted mouth.Lips that have prayedfor one hellish eternitythat never signals awaythe pain, the reminderof how you’ve livedin these unanswered days.Dark curtains have dropped,closing a dream, in its final act,as an anchor has been tossedfrom a lingering vessel.I hope that all thiswill…
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Imperfect momentwhen you walked onward,as I paced in a perfect circle.I ruminate on whatwe never were,losing track of time,never counting minutesthat past momentswill become.This divide, this roadhas been carved to go,with anguish in tow.This pain, these teardropswill create the craters,countless within coming yearsthat will not ever stop.What will youever begin to burn for?I was your…
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Through those apertures,into voids where lost voicesconnect in the spaceswe were granted,but avoided.We left our footprintsto be kneaded,in an ocean of mud,remaining behind usto coax rainfall to erasethat which won’tfade in time.Raising the blue,through a tragic birthright,since love never signaled usthrough a storm,with a sound, a tremorfrom a heart, encasedin infinite grains.Our arms were alwaysmade…
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Undress that whichcomes off, that rapidly.You share comfortwith a crowd, poisoned withfrenzied laughter,while I’ve tugged at yourform, to come closer.You’ve walked a lane,passing shadows that havedone everything to entertainall of your defeat.A breath will come loose,a teardrop will createa forgotten crater at your feet.In neglecting a wound,you bleed, you weepuntil history will closeat its final…
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We traced the undertakingof our landing betweenthickening fog and a dream.We outlined our formsthat were held for a brief,burning heartbeat.We touched, while tighteningthe roots of our splendid souls,digging into a searing universe,desperate for a memory.Love trailed a fading shadowthat became all the darknessthat wrapped our brittle bodies.Collected, in the dark,while our faces joinedunder white flags.Inside,…
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Distant heart,flooded world,I am a breath apartfrom the onewho keeps falling.You’ve sealed yourselfin dire protection,letting yourself bloomwith roots reaching upwards.You crave the clouds,when they willrush along your sceneryfrom racing storms.How you have blendedyour clasped hands,into unison.How you will alwaysrevive a slowing pulse,to repeat the tale.I cannot be your cure,though I will walk alongwith torn sails,blistered…
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Angering a heartthat had salvaged your skies,where you were running to ruin,roaming through madness’s maze.You poured tearsthrough a white funnel,burning to bethat dismal kind of infamy.Ropes around your wrists,my tongue that has tastedyour welcomed resentment.I have been at your side,to see your clarified skiesbecome shadowedin your method to rectify.What have I ever doneto see you…
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Backing slowlytowards that breachin the crust,the thinning fabricof your reality.I’ve always left a placefor your head to rest,in an echoing aperture.I’ve always checkedfor your pulse,in the rush that goes nowhere,always diving into pull you withina burial of outspread arms.You kept leavingcracks among hallwayslittered with dust.Your reflection, depicted,always in portraits,being scatteredas colorless debris,along candlelit walls.Who am…
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“Who would I be, if I avoid it?” she asks, swiping a missing falling tear at her cheek as if she forgot the last. I check her posture. It stations itself, firm with preparation for what emotion she moves towards. She wants to embrace it, I know. A cold darkness. She has made a shell…
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Faced awayfrom the name,from the one,from the burning sun.I lost trackof your footsteps,stepping, care-freethrough fragments of timethat never rewind.Who are youto see the snow,before it melts?What have you doneto shield this homefrom waters that entered,uninvited, from fogged eyes?You drifted on a plank,while I set sail for monthsto wonder if anything was leftto bring aboard.I reached…
Modern Romanticism 