Creative Writing
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I could tellwhen we first fellin love, from above,to those layers,being upon kneeswith fragile prayers.Tempting fatethrough a blank slate.Our fingers tendedto wounds, to be mendedbefore we were hurt.We’ve always knownwhere gleams from bloodwere to be shown.Enemies for eternity,damaged without serenity.What more will follow?What more will flowfrom these open veins?Having a lifetime to go,with names for…
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I cannot consideranother like yourself,as all else I’m seeingare moss-covered headstones,with either rain or weatheringdrawing lines,down their shape. Other than you,whoever should be?Other than us,what essence could seemore than what we are, while holding skin this close,under bedsheets, enclosed? If you leave,I’ll trace your namein infinite sands,upon swaying lands,quaking earth.This heart will not bemerciful to…
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What we foundwas that cliff,to rinse our handsof our memories,when we were blendinghopes with tragedies.Reusing loveas something we can givefrom hearts made of stone,though we were weathereddown to the bone.Remembering lightto blind our feeding eyes.We blossomed romance,from cupped hands,drinking our diseaseof catastrophe and unease.A split, a universal shiftto a place where tears run down.Like sweating…
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Little was knownabout two worlds, centeredinto incomparable unity.They’ve loved with broken hearts,inside a fractured cageof shaded porcelain,while their eyesfelt all things in that urgeto protect their words.Their promisethat would becometheir failure,a little thingtoo little knownabout the two.Kisses were ample,while stares became fatalin viewing an apocalyptic,changeable landscapebrought to ruin,from love’s blanketing fate.Who could guesswhen their knotted…
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I told herthrough humming words,vibrato for effect,that I could not be her shadow.I gave her a choice,to release mefrom being either behind,or before me -whichever directionour light bled.I pleaded to her,upon knees made of marble,in an ocean of sorrow,that I cannot be this hollow.For her,I kneaded daytime’s existence,to be a message, in plain sight.Without her,shoreline…
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Resurrect me,disciple of a cold north.I have been stretchingthese shadowsto seek your torch. I have outlivedmore than I can bear,sheltered under an eclipse,burning in what is brokeninside this aging heart. I have been fearingwhat I am becoming.You are near,though your nectar is not.Nature eludes me,either by mercy or malice. Reveal me,if you ever believe this.I…
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Waiting for youto extinguish this flame,though I am not concernedwhere I am walking towards. I am leaving dropletsof wax, fallen and freefrom Heaven’s lies. Give your noose over,gracefully knotted,as it is all I ever lost. A liquified kindness,in the form of a kissbrings back your memory. A phantom, a fading lightas a hand upon a…
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Underscore, a highlightupon this bruised flesh,beneath flashing storms. I am not seeing sunlight,having become bottomlessin this designated state. I am not seeing that glow,having become replicatedfrom particles of snow. Underlined – keep me pinned,keep me reminded of what’s next. There’s a silver streaktearing across a galaxy. There’s an iron wombas one forgotten tomb. Who’s there…
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To sculpt youout of porcelain memory.Sadness is a giftwhen hands reach to siftwhat’s taken, to liftup to eyes, up to skieswhere the presence of eternitygets depicted in a sunrise. To remind myselfof what came to be,under rain, this loathsome. To let myself knowof those steps taken belowa crying, blurred sightas darkness blends with light. You…
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You’ve drawn yourselfin corners, as one disconnected,resurrected shadow.You were bleeding your hopes,across portrait-covered walls.You were blanketing your scarsbehind an ever-thinning veil. I am here, imagining your faceas a wondrous arrayof truthful dismay. And are youseeing me, cloaked in uncertainty? Blessing your tragic form,like a petal, receiving its sunafter a fateful infinityof absent moons. I’ve kissed…
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It might be as soldiers pray,upon their knees, offering devotion,in those sentences of designation,upon that moss-covered stonethat whispers within wind. It might be, as we saythat our dreams were rusted,destined to be an idleness,leaving color under an ocean, staving connectionin its vastness of loneliness. Upon its surface,I see your reflectionbringing me close. Nestled in your…
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Seeking a cure,at this end, of our world,at this final stop,after that final pleawe held, for seconds morethan our sights could handle. Let us yearn afterthat cradle, full of thorns,that shelter we called warmtheven in its decay. We could repel what we absorb,to let our blood dry, our tears, too,believing this to be healingall of…
Modern Romanticism 