Creative Writing
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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…
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I keep grieving on that last word, hoping that meteors will reverse themselves. Or that an eclipse will bring back its former light. Or that a tidal wave would not have crashed to topple a tower – that tower, the one where we were unified. Being held upright, because there was a desire to be…
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Feeling faint, drifting saint,passing a word through your mouth,letting it leak out, running with the highwaysfrom your eyes, with your tears,with smoke from your past,where brakes never existedin sending you across,in letting you stop. But I’ll come downto your knees, on my knees,soaking you in sunlight,dreaming with your delicate mindof what can come at night,…
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I’ll stay hereto cross paths, to merge shadows,comfortable in what we carvedon sidewalks, heavy witha rush, from fallen rain,soaked in our stories,painted with feetdancing to unending trails. Though, I weep, wantingwhat keeps these shouldersburied down. And are youhearing those footfallson pavement, lost and crippled?I pull loose these tearslike bullets from dead flesh, and are you…
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I re-envisioned someone in a different state. A new world. Another pathway. She drew herself back into collapse, as all things, all memories would fade in her shadow. I drew her in, I carried her home. Many times, I brought her into open arms. Would they close? Would they ever truly close? I embraced an…
Modern Romanticism 