Creative Writing
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Old statue,blatant figurine,with thinly weaved beauty.Who will you be,after waiting for meto etch another markinto your shapeof delicacy?Standing there,shedding sweet tearsfrom a hollowed-out stare.I have been broken,without a faintest regardfor what comes next.Just a doll,as a mementofor a man,who took a fall.A plunge, without breathheld for a hundred waves,upon a monochrome ocean.I am tossing tears,no…
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Find me, upon doomsday,when torches burn out.Whisper to me,when faces are unlit.I will be ableto rewrite this fable,to become capableof leading us throughall that we could not.I am removingtear from silver tear,away from this brittle face.If you are standing here,it must mean you knowwhy I feel fear.I am seeing those buildingsignited like candles,like lighthouses in…
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I leave a lingering tearto paint that scene,upon a single smear.We are tragic,trailing these yearsin letters, going grayunder overlapping waves.We’ve written promiseson board a vessel,full with collected salvage,formless debris,taken from beneath.We’ve discovered our ruinsfrom somewhere below.It was there, when we werekissing with flames in tow.Hemorrhaging our hearts,leaving our blood to floatabove where eternity would start,without…
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I’ve cried, while wavingburning white flags,deciding in the morningthat this place had beenperfect, for me toexpress to you.I’ve been down, upon thesebroken hands and knees.I have kept goingto find you at those crossroads,but you look uncertain,as if I’ve missed something.Just to love you,I’ll bring backthose stars, from thatprevious settling night.If that means toattract you back,I’ll…
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A shelf full of selfishness,of memories that enclosefor their stagnancy.I have followed up,as everything stands down,when it’s been used up.A room that’s embeddedin lingering contemplation.Knowing an endingto be an ultimate roadblock,bereaves me into leaving mewith endless awareness.Drying up these eyes,letting sadness be engrainedfor a distinguished disguise.What forces me into recognizingwhat’s coming at its approach?What faces…
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Being favored,until bitternessbecomes that flavor.We are angels,burned in each other’sweighted arms.We are cruel, when we arealways pledging foreverinto another raging war.This mind will rewindour sunset back into sunrise,with nothing but that moonblocking our escape,our entrance, back intocaptivation and bliss.A repercussionreprimanding what we were,under petals of wilting flowers.A defense, one cracked wallthat faces both directions,but can…
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I walked beyondyour limping shadow,hoping to bring backeverything that made usdance to a rising sun.You were heading there,to that cliff that overlookswhere we took our first breath,adding life to our lungsthrough a kiss.I thought you were rememberingthose subtle seconds of pleasure,but you were dismemberingyourself from our message.I walked beyondall darkness you left behind,for these eyes…
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Thickening rust,under a thousand flakesof flavorless dust.Counting those fallen leaves,while holding handswith a vanishing ghost.When were we ever meantto unite our silver pictures?Gold had become grayin this absence of day.I had been that closeto keeping you close,though you kept burningyour colors, into monochrome.Light had been weatheredthrough a shroud,a brittle frame.Concealed, while connectedin a place where…
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What’s there to saywhen all I do is surrender?When I’m upon these knees,praying to a lost deity,life resides in these stones,as pain bleeds close.Shadows kissa smoldering slabof embittered coal.Futures are amiss,as these hands are toilingwhere sweat is boiling.I am remainingin a room full of thunder.While other have wings,I have an anchorto drag from a skeleton.While…
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Connecting eyes,resurrecting our disguise.Letting us downwith droplets of raincarving ripples around.Release your smoketo trail backwards,allowing memoriesto build that boat,sinking on a passage.We come down,imprinting ourselvesin each other’s skin.Release your words,walking them forward,disallowing tragediesfrom suffocatingour embrace into fever.We’ve brought aroundlayer after countless layers,pulling folds close.Is this something to shelter?Are these moments somethingto let us through,always into…
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I dare saythat you have beenavoiding this lash.You are runningfrom your own leash.What did they teach you?Embedded, like stainsthat are adorning you,beneath your eyes.How did they greet you?You are mourningwith time’s limited shelter,while I’ve been waiting.To shadows, your mentorsthat are identified as memoriesbeing multiple as countless,beautified agonies.What were those moments for?You are leaving me,with infinite…
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That song upon that mile,that face, that decorated smilereveals this weather upon this visagebeing stirred in your glance.Rain comes to leak through shelter,our arms in an immediate dance.Pain gets relieved, light is conceivedwhen lips eventually interact.We speak, we ignite flamewhen night wraps us in shadow -a frame for no thought,lest we should be broughtoutside our…
Modern Romanticism 