Creative Writing
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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…
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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…
Modern Romanticism 