Creative Writing
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I am digging.I find a paththat travels backto that place –that spot where we were lostin each other’s strangling arms. When hands were clingingonto fading bodies,we felt breaths shift into silence.An exhale pressed against sails,departing a ship into a sunset, and we felt a kiss surrender our faces,landing into soil, fused with our toil. It…
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She chooses her own,lets fall those who surroundher ghost upon a throne.I will bring her a rosefor it to decay.I am reminding herof a swell, filling upher repeated Hell. I am failing to light her eyes,even with a wick that stands tallerthan its bent candle. I am kneeling before a puddle,after teardrops collected there.Its reflection…
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Some part of youmust miss that feeling.That mutual connectionof singing beneath thunder;it held us, it never failed us –until it failed us, but is it still tailing us?Is it tailing you,while you go throughouta life, decorated in ribbonscolored in monochrome? I was always smiling,even while I had been crying.I was always inhalinga gust of gratitude,even…
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Was anything remainingafter we were engrainingour histories into pages of skin?Our love rose like tides,ending in withered roses.Our faces were watching stars,in this mutual formation of scars. You are being made bountiful,in love with a different typeof feathered life. You are soaring,in hearing your heartbeatskip over me. I am held back.I remain not chosenfor a…
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How were you ableto relieve it, to deceive itwhen rain came to be caughtin your eyes, encrusted with iron,encrusted with blood? You knew what we were losingof what we could not get back.You know its cost, as our limbswere painted on a cross.We drained all those hoursupon withering flowers. Nothing had been meantto be returned…
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Extract these prayers,dissolve our wishesagainst shooting stars.We have sat still,letting desperation bein these words, to bewith each other, in a momentwhen we will be connected,while broken in dispassion. Isn’t a palm filled,better than hunger?Or are we stallingat an overlooked conclusion?Have we forfeitedwhat we failed to let die? A kind of peacemight lurk beyond us,though we…
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When should I saythose words, for you to stray?You are lost even when found,dropping tears without a soundamong the countless,over a crystal lake. Nothing shows your reflection,though many were thereto hold your hand, in carefulor careless selection. In anyone’s eyes,you are mirrored in disguise.You will be reminded,never remade. “Everlasting”is a word you flee from,deciding that…
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Symptoms come loose,screams come close –sounds that have exited,only to returnwith more danger. I’ve remembered each timeyou have severed yourself,outside this wall of fog.Connected in exhalation,disconnected without remission. You’ve respected that burn.A fever, a torch to illuminateyour disorder, in beingsomeone who remains broken.You count shardslike how I count fingerprints,upon your form –a vase to hold…
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A backlogto remind a spiritthat it must completewhat it cannot delete.A spinning coin,a note of which sideit might fall,though there’s a paradecelebrating both ends. I am rewindingmy mind to see myselfdrifting to either sideof a moon, cast in either blackor white, in spiteof a need to reengagewith what’s right. I know not of what’s right,even…
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Draw in that company.Decide on what to conveywhen contours remainto design that shape,caught in the blue,out of the blueof an ocean’s vastness,of a soul’s depth. I wish for what mustalways commit to that lustbeneath sheets, an angel’s wings.Will guilt be freedwhen we are both highin temptation’s lead? I’ve captured our storyin pages, boundless and discrete,emptied…
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Lost underseveral million dropletsof sweat, rain,bitterness in pain,for you still lingerin this smoke,blending in with mein broken mirrors. Long enough,it has been, to labelthis experience with remorse.Nothing has been hereto refrain me, to restrain mefrom blossoming a thorn,from an image this torn. Blinded, stinging eyessee nothing of clarityof my disguise,while I am lengthening rippleswith memories…
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I’ve signaled it,your smooth rushinto bottomless surrender.A love that has held its flavor,throughout these yearswhen we’ve merged, to continue to meldat a kiss, one that swellsour aura, towards Heaven. You’ve known,at those catastropheswhere we’ve grown,seeking rediscoveryamong lightless times.I’d love to still our presence,to capture our secondsin an hourglass of remembrance. Come close,bringing that curtainwith careful…
Modern Romanticism 