Creative Writing
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Who knocks on his door? No entry. No pulse. Please give him ease. A nurse bathed in white; for I say, he has not yet left. I give him ease, with his hand held in mine. I give him relief, with his breath taken into mine. A leftover. A winter’s clover. As luck will have…
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Loose notes. She lost her voice. Repeated words, undressed in rhythmic syllables, while she: she hung onto heartbeats. She hung onto sound. Lost in her voice. A kiss deserted in her skin. A phase dug from her wounds. Hoped to be temporary. Forgotten into a memory. A moment that loses control, while she: she hung…
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Sharp eyes,fortified, amplified,noticing her worldbare, on a one-way roadthat comes, goes,repeats in a world of anguish,scarring tissue, leavingher as forgotten, with handheldmoments, that areemptier than when we arenoticing those leavesshe lets fall fromblossomed cheeks. What do we comprehend,when those letters of hersare crumpled, with her heart?Drenched, torn openin those vulnerable cueswhere skies go from darkinto…
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Pain follows its footstep,under where we criedwith blue in its dimmest hue,wired in this shelterwhere storms never pass,deserving usborn upon another,bleeding where weare distantly smothered. Thunder fadesto come, again, as weare each crack in a treethat grows if only to showwhat it did not know. We are those flamesthat conceal ourbrittle wounds. Nothing tolive for,…
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Muted, in thesefaces of grief,poisoned in a shellthat keeps revealingpictures from Hell.Your eyes,a cross between voids,carrying memoriesthat keep me fadingsomewhere betweengray and a passing day. Near to whereyou rest, under meas I kneel here,kissing sands, holding handswith a symptom that nevergoes away. A set sun,a green verdureforest that escapesme, into dark,where memories arefragrances in perfume,in…
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All those sirensshriek to soundingdoomsday, in itshelpless gray,no different than anyblank page that laysas those curtainsto keep our hopes lessenedwhile our tears soakour outheld hands, withour hearts becoming silentin this new day. Another dawn, anothercoming of another age,though withall our rewritten pages,resaid vows, we arewritten twice, though aresplit between vice,split between wordswe froze into icewhile…
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Sheltered undermusical thunder.You’ve opened your coffinto take deafening steps,forward. Can you send a tearback to these fieldswhere I remain buried?A heart had been a conductorwith electrical cords,while silenced communicationleft me with those stormsI cannot see,while you turn to fleebeyond these puddles,beyond mirrors. Entrance to a different room,while our memories sail onwithout reaching doom.You walk insidea…
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Colors knowmore than weever had to show.Lines drawn acrossgalaxies we never crossed,folding our arms,blanketing our tearsin burns, for fusesmade short likethin smiles, beforethunder becomes heardbefore a heart’s ocean,where our time to healwill be thatmoment to seal. Brought down, in deadmoments where our eyesare outlined in red,weeping for rain to fallto raise this gardenkept as soilwhere…
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I have emptiedall that I am, intoall that you areas a feverish dream.Once burning as once-painless horizonswhere our hands touched.Being locked, while we werelowering our eyesas lifeboats, to savetwo subtle heartbeats, beforeour forms had timeto devote. Drowned in warm words,consoling promisesshouted to those protrudingglass shards. Given to whatpierces eyes intoblindness. With words, withemptiness that grantsmemories,…
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Found that dreamfloating far, far fromthese tempests,these screams.I look for youin all these puddles,that I might drinkwithout bitternessdragging this tongue. I lost youin rubble, among roads,paved, if onlyto turn me, where you turnedme, around, in a twist,in a knot thatcaught each dropfalling from a soulthat holds its white flagwaved with higher pride,in all shameno shade…
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That midnight hourwhen mirrors shatterat your distant loss.A dreaded costlet me release liquidsfrom burning veins,for starlit stainsembedded into this soul,engraved into a stoneheld above this formweighed as an anchorfor your return. I do not move,while these eyes arelooking at thosesummoned stars,seeking your haloin memories of sunlight.I never walk,crippled on thesetidal waving bedsheets.I cannot talkto shadows,…
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Each strand of your hairruns naked. You kiss, though youwon’t ever dare to leavethese shadows insidethis swollen heart, held outsidea rusted chest, grasped insidestained fingers, froma streaming night withyour vermillion lips. A million heartbeats haveslipped, on their tracksto match tunes, from velvetsadness, from love’shollowing madness. A thousand letterswritten on blankets, hoveringover sheets of immaculatepaper that…
Modern Romanticism 