Creative Writing
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Pain that never conveysanother second, nor a wordwhen a kiss plants itself as a seedon your time-worn lips.Holding hope uprightin deep soil,inside a forever heart, raisedlike tortured infinityagainst this limitless night. I have another secondto shelter you,in decaying arms. I label your mirror,understand your face.I see simple sights,a sickness that repeatsin a thudding heart.Carved ruby,…
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Viewing what fades.Like a pencil that redrawsan erased outline, in cobbledroadways. You fadein me, though come againin stiff, morbid memory.I want to heal these lungs,before breathing next.I hurt. I don’t bleedthis soil enoughto be red. As I neverlose enough,to be dead. You are a sunsetwho shines a savored second,before blacking out.I want to lie about…
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Carved stones. Eyes, hidden inhistory’s puddle, where weare seeing the same scenery.Listening beneath, from abovewhere rain falls from coated clouds,too cold to snow.As we are too tired to sleep,we hold on for as longas Heaven will weep. Fortresses made. Tearstains savedon those white curtains thathide our forms, within identical dust.We are sheltered from disaster,seeing stagnant…
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Funnel thoseteardrops, into this open,discarded mouth.I still misstastes of a sunrise,blooming without disguise,as we caressedstones on a rough road,stressing for finalityto release a breathwe held, and could notever use to turnour eyes, behind. Funnel history’s glancesdown insanity’s laughing throat.Pour down all your bitterness,as I remember it,as I only remember it. I realizethat you are pasta…
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To color, dynamic. To skin,aromatic, in what comforts us,conceals us in reflection,divides us, in selectionfor whom will remain hereclosed behind doors, open withinflooded corridors. We arebandaged, in each other’s arms,seeing pain, never tamedin mirroring eyelids. Passion bites. Nerves exciteall our muscles to move usonce more, on a final twistto a connecting kiss. All our veins,…
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Recognizable cost.Territorial loss.I am even with your thoughts,holding your trembling hands. Fabling on dimmest realities,screaming in closetsfor closure’s clarity. Losing our trail,on a crippled horse.Moving backwards,while weatherkeeps getting worse.I leave bottles opento count dropletsin unified rush. One barren journeyto see where we dividedour asymmetrical petals.Washing our eyes with soil,flooding a spacebeneath our feetwith dried tearstains.…
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I laid you, bare.I sealed you. To see you,dressed without dare,adorned without honorto these eyes that stare. All those roomsto empty you,with these paintingsto represent you.You fade in a bedtimeof shadows,taped to the ground. Black dresspinned to a wall.White corridorswith blurred photographscapturing your wails.I trapped youto refer you, to inter you,to wait until you hear…
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I’ll savewords, for dedication.I’ll bleed, if youwant me to,on that cross for yourdeserving salvation.I brought a mother’s eyesdown, to starve her ather son’s burning crown,a bloodied halo. I brought a cradle, made fromrotted twine, thornbushes,to be all thata love dying twice,will be for.A man’s ignorance,his flaming heart.A woman’s witness,a desperate startto flee from all thatHell…
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Eyes wired shut. Mouth open,with burning circuits toshorten our ties, speaking withdeafening voices, screamingour promises intodarkened hands. We are leakingthose sources, to those fireswhere our dreams werealways flaking. Our forms, shakingfrom fear’s relentlesspresence. We relive that sentence,that time spent in a prison.Locked, in hearts, thatbar us within ribbons,celebrating a theme of madness. Are we abandoned?Another…
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If I had seen what you collected,like dust in a starlit soul,I might have diluted what rage I findto subsist me, to resist you.I might have clung to more than curtains,to see lakes that shine that moonabove where our hearts release gloom.I might have seen those shapes,those puddles, holding your tearsunwilling to let go. If…
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Lose those patterns.Let us drawunluckiest cards.We’ll lose controlover all outcomes,watching us becomea plain color,two faces never remembered,while we are coveredin welcomed shadows. Your eyes see anotheryou have savedfor a different day.Another heart to plant a seed,another pair of eyesto see you bleed,if for water to that gardenyou will forever weed. Our lives that stoprewinding their…
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While your light staysto warm my brittle flesh,I remain here to holdyour hand like a third limbI cannot ever sever. A sun from a windowmakes furniture dancearound this roomdressed in candles,adorned in your shadowsas you spread everywhere,fanning flames that close in,as darkness moves into keep me reminded. I want to let go.To turn back to…
Modern Romanticism 