Creative Writing
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You forced your scarsto open in blinding daylight,curving your smileinto a fatal frown.You bleed without woundsthat anyone can see,except for me,because I have understoodwhat won’t close,without another door,another path forward.But your feet are stuck,your pace would be rigidshould you ever take a stepto find captivationin anything else,but the dark.I can see you, terrified,to become someone…
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Crystallized madness -a circle drawn around some words,those that brought us throughan open door, into a curse.I’ve kissed you into sweetness,as you were, in your fever,drenched in bitterness.I’ve folded hand over hand,praying for a warmthto ignite our frozen land.Those without hopego missing without light,to guide them far from darknessand its ledge into an abyss.For us,…
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Pushed into bold,cold words, from an old heart,that lost itself on its start,on its voyagewhere everywhereis an emptiness.I am sending you letterswith stamps like fingerprintson stained glass.I am weeping what littleI can spare, for your thirst,for you to escapefrom becoming worse.You are living in your mergebetween a split of waters,where one part drowns,the other burieswhat…
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I’ve always leftresidue whenever I have everfollowed you, to another room.You are in those shadows,reforming yourselfin sacred corners,as I am always a ghostto freeze a breaththat you never abandon.Your tears come througha face that shelters itself,under damp ceilings.Water damage, to you,means nothing when youkeep blessing those ruins.What you doto keep me buried,is keeping me alive,thriving…
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I place circles,drawn over porcelain skin,surrounding where wedried our flesh,brought ourselves downto feeble moments.Seconds were passedover skies in black drapes.I remember how wefelt our hearts,splashing in sudden rain,drying ourselves in the morning.We were returning to seeall that we ought to believe.To tears, we sweptsunlight beneath rugs,writing our namesabove scars,concealing our lovebeneath nude,crude stars.
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We broke throughdust and cloudscollecting around our sights.What could we be viewing?What could we notice,if our scarshave enough color?Days came, when wewould let descend our tearsfor too long a time,smoothing ripples only whenwe let an ocean be calm,all over again.But we found our wayto be beyonda stagnating gray.Mute expressions,deafened promisesbeckoned a false blessingto tie our…
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I call on all signsto rain vigor,as I cling onto all threadsdragging folds behind.Some torn shredof discolored clothingreminded me of a wound,of what I disguise.Some plain pageof unwritten historyhas made me forget moreof what comes next.Some repeated wordsare left to be unheard,as I will continue to maskthe sun with the moon.I will recoil from the…
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Moldable creation,digging through your pagesto find something elseother than emptiness.Blank pages tell of whatyou’ve tried to hide,kissing your reflectionfor what ruin looks like.I’ve come to remindthat displaced mindthat there’s more to knowthan this sadness you rewind.Silver tears,bleeding into streaks,letting yourself becomeeveryone else’s sun.You’ll love to quell thosewho’ve never come closeto see your hurt,to fathom what…
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Imploring fora rewinding encore,after diving in afteryour hand, in that pushfor another minute more.For further timein space, kissing diamondsfar from your face.You’ve been cryingunderneath those tattersthat shield disconnected eyes.Begging afterrepetition’s harmonyto replace your tragedy.I come, again,to signal you to cross.Into these arms,you can be buried.You can rest,you can undressyour disguise of distress.To tend to you,when…
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Forceful ignitionstirred one side of this universe,flaring everything in red -as red as what’s deadof words, on her lips.Having turned this keyto spark life into eternity.I stepped into a puddle,carving ripples into constancypledging to what floats on,in brittle symmetry.Having consumed a remedyof light for an encircled mass,as I am holding onto ropebound around a broken…
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I chose this.I felt it form tethers,attaching meto its beating heart,because I had nowhereto belong. I had nothingbut this veil of present fear. It disguises what’s behind,keeping mysteriesgoing forward.I let this circle be drawnto trap what’s meant tofaint and collapse. I let this absence be heardthrough cries from a jungle,one that redraws a scar.I chose…
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Stagnated until an endingof a pain, left without mending.I chose to partakein unfiltered tragedy,disallowing weather to breakwhen raindrops came loose.I chose to fertilizesceneries that antagonize,finding that a whirlwindhad been safer than a remedy.But who knewwhen light would blossom,from clouds that shrouda radiant garden?Heaven’s gloryreveals a different story.In closure’s company,I am building a worldthat needs no…
Modern Romanticism 