Creative Writing
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Loose tears, last wordsrunning on with those gustsfrom inseminating thunderstorms. What grows from death,but another breath?Another seed to birth alivea simple newness, added with a pair of eyes,delighting inunachieved findings. She spells her retreatas an oriental signature.A needless filigree,draped in knots and folds.All I can confirmwithin her state,is to that rushfrom a cold fate, as…
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A hazeof your familiarity.I leave another rose –a fragment of my heart –to die, beside where you are,folded in the earth,like a letter that crumbledwith its words, those that becamemere whispers. Silence in this violentpath through a life,caught in space.I have heard you,like you hear these prayersthat question your commitmentto a darkness. You were hanging…
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An ocean with its waves,distant curvature of somewhere elseinvites me, persists meto return to a truth. To give me a spark, upon the sightof loving light at a housewhere a savior would greet me,where a glance would examine meupon everything I disbelieved. Inflamed with the sun,presenting an aura with the moon,though nothing has raised meto…
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I’ve been breathing out,in years of being withdrawn,wandering within,wandering without. I have left shadows openfor display, but who’s to saywhen another door will opento reprieve me from the gray? Disillusioned in countless,bottomless perspectives. I have become numb,I have become mute,walking forward,while thinking backwards. Who will run this direction,to bring forth their light?Whomever aroundremains left?Whomever aroundcan…
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Let me into see what came first.Progress paces itselfaccording to the next thought,though you are presenting yourselfin subtlest regression. Back to whenlife never began,heartbeats were notever a signal for birth,while formlessnessshapes this scene. Replace your grace,as it never was.Fall with me,honing our needs,our cries to bewhat becomes a seed, in a test of anticipationto be…
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Dried eyes,exhausted flesh.A sun will igniteyour remembrance,as a pristine sign.You were once leftto awaken, while fueledto be nervous and shaken. I empathize,as I immortalizeyour design.A shape that twistslike that ropethat tugged at your throat. I’ve done littleto reprieve your nature.You are overgrownin your thorns,upon death,rehearsing a cessationto an endless sensation. I have loved,while I kept…
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Leftover, being heated underthis unkind standard,kept at that line drawn on your lips.Who were you speaking to,when our clouds had vaporized? We were revealed,with wounds that were neverthis much hemorrhaging,until emptiness. A letter was unsealed,while words were brought closer.I filled them in our softness,though you lit a match. Who were you running to,when sceneries turned…
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This time spent,sinking into thoughtafter burial of isolating,fragile depictions. Songs were wept,bodies were tracedin their unity, as I have been marching,sleeping with these roses, as I set gardens aflame,while losing controlof who and what to blame. Down to earth,a miracle would break opena long-closed eye,spilling what should bebrought out, brought within,into hands that clutch the…
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I came around,flooding tears through town,soaking our palmsoutstretched to a skythat shone its exhausted light. I bled, for both of us,relighting wicks to igniteour eyes, within draining twilight, for a moon was not ableto leave alone our fright. We were concealed, in arms,while unable to discarda falsehood, this space of evidence.Its harm, its purpose to…
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Here, in these yearsI’ve come to know you,you’ve let your form limpto be a cover to these pages,to be a fold upon this storythat stays, to be written. I unmask you, reveal you,watering your woundsto raise to you a bleak Heaven,hearing your heartbeatwhile counting the seconds,until a storm begins to depart. You return, to be…
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Dancing around puddleswhere reflections were madefrom stalled thunderclouds,while recollectingwhat little time we hadto depart, to soon embarkon that second journey. A lasting measure,in seeking seconds for moreto unwind for, in this heatof knowing when to depletethe gold from the ivory. We tasted each other’s lips,went across our sacred miles,healing scars, marching onthrough wounds that we…
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Who were you,before this tempestbrought you into sympathies,unexplored for endless,forceful heartbeats? Who did you becomewhen you clung upon me?Were you still a noiseless echo,transferring between halls,emptying words as easilyas those stones you carried? All of us have a willto repel. But you were here,finding sanctuaryamong a hollowed out sphere.You did not drift,in becoming that whichkeeps…
Modern Romanticism 