Creative Writing
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In this abyssof a watering moment,I am pullingat what keeps guessingwhen it keeps pushing meto keep her open.I am pulling closer,though she remains far,enough to disbelievewhere her roots extend. I want her to roamnot from east to west,though to a subtle northto begin sensinga hidden, time-worn sensationdeserted to a disheartened chestthat loves, without thinking. In…
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I am still sinking in,with thoughts that overturnothers, on this blinding pathwaywhere sunlight keeps me going –but where am I going? Back again, to those aimless ways,over to that field where growthhad been an intrusion of thorns.Color was always a thin mist,while hauntings were those clouds,gathered for memorial.Rain would bring nothing up,besides repetition, of an…
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Dilated pupils.There’s a voidwhere you surround yourselfin white markings, petals of a fallen conception. I have answered you,while you have rememberedone other time,making this another timeto fold a spoken promise,into a predicted deception. Fragile one,come climbingonto that dark horsethat will send you surging. Will you run freewith blinding wind,carrying your tearsto fill your depth? It…
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Hold it out, as I have –a heart forged from stone.Your touch is brought intoseamless limelight,while vague words are yoursto save yourselfwhat what’s destined to flower. That heart has healedlike a broken bone, into distortion,taking its dive, coming downto sink into an endless ocean. Your hands are upon it,letting it be shroudedin your dark. You’ll…
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Bold ones,catering to a blessingthat went out with a candleonce raised,without exhalationto reveal hesitation. Here’s to that lightthat kept refusing us,in our blinded sight. I have been the last onequestioning where you came from.You were, gone with those winds,leaving the same wayyou came in. A long way to walkfrom your delicate rush.No one knew your…
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Inflamed, to touch himmeans to see somethinggoing black, in widening daylight.A scar, a burn, a bruise,a sore that neglects, that ignoreshis uncontrolled fire. Leave him with his torch.Do not bring it forth,humming his tunebeneath the radiance of Neptune.His tears are his ocean to find,where his face paints a trail, never failing to remind himof a…
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Fewer, to beunderneath, where wewere counting stars,bleeding with those cutsalong our sacred miles. We were dreaming,or were we screamingin stinging our eyeswith reflections,with desperation? We watched this,from afar. The moonwith its rush of scars,the stillness of aftermaths,of meteorites againstwhat something could notwin against. Exhalation. Reflection.To see our sights in those drifts,where fire forced us to…
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A degree of heat,your body turned to white –the ash of a fallen world,blanketed in coldest warmth, for I still want tosee you, hold youeven when that thunderkeeps me drowned under. This final flake of snowceased our love to grow,becoming a rush of thornsdeep where we were torn. To magnitude, with gratitudeto seek your return,…
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You’re steering your linein a direction most predictable.I’ve come to guesswhere you’ll come to, next,broken into divisions,like the mirrorsyou press your face against. I might let you runadrift, aground, without light.Or I might give you a lessonyou deserve, without this regressionbeyond another doorwayto another man,you will temporarily serve. If I can just let you under,drown…
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Running another milewill not bring you backto our emptied clouds.We are two fallen raindropsinside an ocean,where depth and vastnessget lost in circles. A whirlpool, our minds,a unified hemisphereof adjacent confusions,since you let me grant a kissunder that altar of devotion,shining me throughuntil I broke our light into ruins. I brought down our sun to drowninside…
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You followed me,to understand howa light ever comes intoliquid existence, one that leakedthrough a ceilingof illuminated black. You shifted,become motionamong winds, stingingyour eyes with tears,but you werejoyous to seea different shape, letting yourself makebelief out of disbelief. You lost your groundingfor a minute, to kneel, while darkness lost its spotin the moment, whenhearts were sealed.…
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Loose pebbles.Wonderment. For a second,I thought you were listeningto me, screamingunder colder blankets,than what’s outside, than even what’s insidethis form, full of bloodmelted from ice. Will you ever burnfor another moment more,to bring me warmth,to turn apartthis unbecoming anguish? Sanity will bring meapart from me, back to whatstill shelters meeven in misguided guidance,away from whatstagnates…
Modern Romanticism 