Creative Writing
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Anticipation’s refill,leaving tears at your door,I am burning unwritten messagesbefore they’re ever given thought. You sold me your smile,sending me into recycled denial,with flowers clung upon walls,shadows in all corners. Breathe deep. Emotions reapthat last second to devoura remember, dismembered flavor. Blossomed sunrise,bleeding sunsets; were you seeing what ended,with wounds, a heart not mended?
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Passerby – a cloud,wandering for years;will you rain, letting goof sighs, of gusts,like from an open mouth?And the droplets,to bring forth that flood? Staying here – a stone,present for years,accompanied only by moss –this quilt of an unkempt mind,receding with all heatwithin September,to its days of melancholy. Yearning, while no leavesare turning, for birthof some…
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Drawing curtains on a sunrise,draining eyes, one at a time.Blinding ourselves from shine,from light, though gleams resideon this residue leaving our sight. Contemplation starts. Hearts stopin this blackness of shared vision.What are we, in this turmoil of disbelief?We are the shadows of naked trees,only growing when the sun ever sets. I choose life, fertilizing strife,wiping…
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Thin trail.Following it backto fear. I am swallowingthese urges,concealing myselfin blue-framed,portraits. I am weeping,while you go on,like a cloud,to separate. We’ve shared history,folding page against page,noting pauses withinawestruck expressions.I loved to dancein your words, though you need thismore than I do,in what you admit. To the wrong of our unity,you’ve unleashed clarity.In how I submit,I…
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Counsel me.Funnel me throughwith therapeuticcommunication. I am endinga light, from its source.I’ve decided to untiea bond, with force. Who knows best, but I?I am the one who gave it,under blanketing stars. I am the one who singleda union, to form,though hearts were torn,divided and buried. And I am often hopingfor something to be remade.To bring…
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Long-lost steps,backtracked to that placeof empty safety.You are carefulto not walk on glass,if that means to dodgeyour brittle reflection. Do you see me?I am those shadowsyou’ve gone blind to,while swimmingin that light,from open doors. You’ve retreated,while you’ve depletedyour rotten stale-mateof tears to weep. You’ve abandonedwhat we’ve kept forward,reusing your songof muted harmonies.
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Embittered words,a fire to eruptfrom a soul made of water.It is its guardian,to protect from a painthat never settled,never crafted a gardento mimic a thousand colors. All I see are these sparksescaping from blurred vision.All I remember is what left,departed like a bird from handsthat hold onto the snow. What wilts at my feetare the…
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Something’s sure to sparkyour color, in this frame,of mind. Can you mindthese shadows that decoratethis room? Can you make room?Your portrait remains here,still barren and motionless. Isolated wick, without flame,from your heart. Can you start it?Without me, can you present it,a love that drew from dying breaths? You are revealed, but you arestill sealed. Just…
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I’ve brought a ship down,meeting my downfallupon an ocean’s squall.Tears will roar,no wings will soar,making this burdenunable to surmount,when I cannot account. I drift on, on wreckage,weeping in place of keepingwisdom close, on its leash. Pain has become imminent,lost has remained intimate.I feel that wind creep close,brushing pastwhere nothing lasts. Are you seeing this?Just a…
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Washed up,like a blanket upon sand.I’ll present you with warmth,to be colorful, in those cloudswhere surrenderwas your white shroud. Holding a lightagainst that darkness,removing emptinessfrom awareness. I’d love to revivewhat could not survivein those blank pagesof entangled history. I’d love to keep you,kissing you into greatness,lifting you into a sight,as wings give you flight. This…
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Standing there, moving nowhere,as a furnace for this velvet room.Heat radiates from in betweenfolds in those curtains of flesh. I take a step. You push back.You tease, as I aim to please.One look from your eyes,to be lost in allure.One kiss from your mouth,to suffocate on your tongue. There’s an ocean for usto be feral,…
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Stray from those lost words,as you weren’t asking for confusionto keep you circumventing. I am traveling across this bridgeto unify you with infinity.I am walking across these waters,holding hands with thin air,hoping you will come up. Run far from your stranded space,because you were never askingfor me to keep you moving. I walk, without letting…
Modern Romanticism 