Creative Writing
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Splashing in our hearts,ceasing displays of fadedreflections. Who were they?Upon that mass of damages,who were those figurespointing fingers down a road,one we ignored? I come through,down a bleak hallway.I pass photographs,hung at metal necks,cold throats that receivedwarm kisseswith warmer breaths. Our misguided livesbecame watered-downremembrances, descending us into puddles,to sift through dark entrancesto hear heartbeatsin rapidity.…
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Don’t we allfind ourselves, tumbling back –taking back breaths we were notmeant to keep? Aren’t we allhaunted, of those spaceswe were meant to leave, abandonto their shadows? Of memoriesthat keep us blindedto places, ahead, I have cradles beneath cradles,as I have arms that resistwhen I comfort what has left, as a breath beneath my breaths.…
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Floating photographs,drifting on runaway waters.Faint, burning highlights.Agonized slope – a glance from your foreheadto those lips a kiss had found its home, while you found your shelter at a rope. At a loss for hope. At a loss,for words. At a loss for sentences,for a sentence to replace this stateof you. I am at a…
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Forward scenes, backwards displays,covering backgrounds in pledges,promises to revisit that sound existence. Revolving our bleak surroundingsto keep memories in their graves, as I never thought tohear where you were crying.I never gave much of a glanceto other underlying,undying factors. Being born this way. Being strangled in heartstrings,hearing flags being flownabove sobbing currents, drawn from someplacedeep,…
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This part of you, sublime,yet covered up in diminished light. One more kisswill reignite that familiar inferno,will release a spread of warmthto drench your lips, to quench that humming mind. In all gray humiditywithin displays that rewindour hearts, back to be held,where bodies were felled. Do not recall moments, before,to lose sight of a stagnant…
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Two parts of me. One part,of another feuding memoryleft blank on another’s slate.Another part of meleft in a translucent lake. As I bled upon this globe,reflections were cast backwards,as that other who helda burned out imagetold me to refuse. To refuse what put outthat sad, wicked fuse.This heart that breathed,abandoning flickering candleflames,adding another shadow’s danceto…
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I came, converging –this lampshade, turned at an angleaside from where light resounds,clarification rebounds.Were your words meaningless?Were our flavors as emptyas these reflections,caught in a sea of endless,fatal disassociation? I find fault in placesthat have something to exist for.There, I discover spaces,answering to fading traces. All tears fall close,in this timelineof devastation, as I come,…
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Dragged along on pavement,stitched together in dust.What loosens, other than all theserepeating phases, born to bloom, again,from fitful seeds? We never kissed, just as wenever grew this vacant empire.We found each other foraging scenes,bled into identical desertion.I want to keep crawlingup to you, and never keep myselfwondering about you. I no longer want tosee, with…
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Deliberate, liberate,feed jealousyits cold stones,and herd obedient sheeppast those markersscattered on littered pavement,while all that walks backwardsis time’s limping shadow. To our memories, never remadewithout another thoughtto dispense. Into subtle delusion,we go, we rowall these thoughts into absenceand snow. To images, to heaviness,a joyous leap elsewhereno moon ever stares. I found you, bleeding in quietness,Where…
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When leaves blowas eyes clear, it doesn’t snowwithin familiar turbulence.For we are handheld,we are born to meldwhile steering our panic elsewhere,hearing comforting heartbeatsceasing for mere seconds, playing back what we know. A lifetime of hearing each otherspeaking those same words,though reentered in textual numbers,backwards. Who knew that Heavencan misplace a couple of angels? For Hell,…
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Dusty floors. Wide-open doors,reentering you, from an extensive,extended openness. A porcelain landscapeput ahead, laid out and spreadlike the gravity in your heart,and were you wonderingwhose sadness you were growing? I can connect starsuntil worlds between usare no longer this far apart.When tears outnumberprayers, phases of our tension,perhaps lights will go out,or perhaps night will merely…
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March your eyeson, to that distance,towards distant surrenderof light, upon promises.Reverse pleading for a wonderto come – to come up. You’ve been feeble,forever stretching gapsbetween words, between letters.Upon seconds where you neverbothered to smile, still yourself, in your pace.Trace sobering moments into sands,be restrained from catching anythinginside broken hourglasses, for when you surrender,when your hands…
Modern Romanticism 