Creative Writing
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A new ghostwho lack wings.A crippled angelwho spreads fever,a warmth to be caged,to forever fade. Who told her to staywith shadows,those that lingeron the edges of her fingers? A candle comes close,with the flame staying distant.Nothing’s ever true,as she melts into morning dew. A sickness to be loved,as sickness demands the flame,though all she casts…
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Blank slate,keeping up withthese times of cold,winter frostupon our bitter souls. Knots that strangleour promises into voids.I wanted to let you knowof these roots,stretching below. I wanted you to seewhat I’ve always believed.I’ve wanted you to findall dreams I’ve kept in mind. The temptation to viewthose paranormal memories,rising as phantomsfrom somewhere deep,from places,where we’ve spent…
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You deceive,in order to ignorethe one who bleedsfor more. For no morecould be given,as I stand, naked,on this scarred shore. I am leaking historybehind me. What’s behind me?What else, if I’ve been letting goof your trail, to set sailinto that undressed sunset? I am letting myself believein shrouding quilts,in oceans that conceal a gardenabandoned, for…
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Will I knowwhen to flip that switch,to turn off those lightsthat brightenedonly my reflection,in isolation? Will I ever knowwhen to sweep you away,beneath a rug,far from this soulyou’ve constantly tugged? I grow enraged,turn red with the flamethat ignites this pale existence.I am a flag for surrender,with brittle ashes to remember.When will I knowto be more…
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If you don’t need it,then take it off.Dispose of your eyesore,remove what can be no more,as it remains those rockslaid as obstacleson that path you walk. I wasn’t trying to lose you,in trying to move you.Flooded throughout,we were leveled in depth,but had different degrees,different heightswith different weather. You melted your snow,while I kept to this…
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You’ve drawn yourself back,sheltered in your significance.Regardless, it gives no quakeinside that space,outside from our place,our compelling mistake. I’ve drawn you in circles,as nothing’s perfect.You make up these surroundings,where you’ve revealed yourselfin what you’ve concealed. All this time,you’ve remained brittleto touch, keeping yourselfaway from warm fingers. Am I that relentless?I never hoped to use you,in…
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I leak my colorupon thin shards,remembering my frame,being conscioustowards everlasting shame. I face an anchorthat will dropfrom one of Heaven’s cliffs.I am too stagnantto send for its stability,too inanimateto even appreciatehow movement stopped. How are you running on,like rivers carved from mirrors,as tears born of reflection? How are you seeking shelter,holding your hands against rain,putting…
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Outside from departureto those fossils, where manyhave set sail.Inside this burial of two armsto console your form,full in its years,though remaining countlessin unshed tears. Can you release your distress,in what comes with your breath?Just a life, within your strife,while you watch those harbors. You expect somethingto arrive, while you hang onfrom a thin rope,wanting to…
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Settled down, upon kneesfor their value, for depth,for everything sincere,with few things ever severe. Thoughts are collisions,confusions are apparent,though nothing occursupon a second,in this stark sentiment. A face, a maskwatches, for expression,from who it wishes to reachwith a hand, to landa teardrop, to catch, to prove its security,without ever showinga sign of severity. Its place…
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A light gave us passageinto sincerity.Hope never failed usuntil we lent it a pale flag. A storm washed color into white,deserted our garden as it grewto be drowned,down into surrender. What do we remember,as we are faceless?What can we still sever,of these infinite traces? That light was a reminder,not an invitation.In remembrance, we salvagenothing we…
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I’ll hold for a thousand years,watching those petals float byon rivers made from isolated storms,where thunder carved those craterswhere collected memories and clutter. I’ll watch, while a thousand tearswander down from blinded eyes.I’ll wait, passing fear through this state,letting your familiar shadow linger herewhere faces turn into smears. I let your kiss be inhaledlike a…
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In this convergence,we discovered our lanes to bedivided, forked like a devil’s tongue,though we were united,having decided, having ignitedour stars upon a single spark. We stripped roses of their petals,gardens of their bloom,while we kissed between the thorns,knowing pain will bring us into storms. In love with a pathwaythat leads us back into gray.Our truth,…
Modern Romanticism 