Creative Writing
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Obstacles. Orange eyeshold us, for a pauseon this tight race onwardto no finish line.None, we are able tocome, down torevealing our inkin page-less lives. We consider. We rememberwhen our knots were formed.A stop, with burning forests,inside a bewildered gaze.A cup of water,drunken at this haze.Two cupped breasts,one beating heart thatescapes, to be pulled backwith all…
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A part of us. Apartfrom all that quenchedour hearts. Two starsthat pounded in dyinglight. You surrounded ourwide oceans with dust,while forging bridgesturned to rust. Castrated memories,ended sympathies.Blueprints for a better future,holding blue skies, opened,all burned. After a letterdetailing those tearsdrowning you in violet stormsinside clouds, we were torn. A rose held out,each petal torn outlike…
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Will soldiers seeeyes that meet? Weepingwhile uncovering shelteredbodies, captured in soil,watered underskies full of grief. A ruin full of them,hearts that gleam if onlyto scream. Hearts that beatif only to sleep.Upon an unknown daywhen heat has risen,shelter will benowhere ideal to pray. A mother’s arms,her child’s harmshealed at a brush froma hand. His tears tastedfor…
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Hold this ropealongside, for those sideswe might have crossed. Kisses for our eyesback into amnesia,back into reminderfor what we lost. A thin ray from a moonsets us to sleep,too soon, too late. A newborn child’s curiositygrew from sheltering blankets,for lips to breathe nebulas,for arms to wield oceans.We were infants with our gazesfinding stars, while our…
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No one cantend to your land.No one canlift Autumn leavesup to where youstand, with tears thatfloat. Like a messageencrusted as grief’s hiddenanswer, you are thistree, with stretching limbs. You are in bliss,only when you are weeping.You are missed,when you are revealinga world that went gray. In these hands,I have caught what youhave dropped. Withall that…
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Blank, that. Blanket thoseorbs of spider-woven breasts,while we breathe a towninto infantile silence. Slender one. Tender, to noneother, than a man’s hunger. Taken in. Taken, againto see your eyes this helplessto bare your flesh, in sickness,safe in a sinful story. You warn me. Kept to beingcareful. While I am here,you will demand. You willentertain these…
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When upon. Whereuponthose pages we typed,described. Whenever,wherever we mourn outsidethose sides of crystalmirrors. Desperate reflection,viewing darker sidesbehind hands that conceal. These foreverpromises to believein anything more thanpainful grief. Graceful. When grateful,while wielding our courageto escape from dark halls. Wasteful. When kissestremble, under those risingeyelids that see. Always seeingpaining swells in oceans. Colored vows. Vanityoften resembles…
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Grieve awhile. Find asmile, tied upon thin tracks.You were always giftedfor yearnful endings.When water everlifts you, I mightempty you. I willhand you our stories,on silver cutting boards. A new covering. Anewto heal, without yoursetting of facelessformations, in those whiteclouds. This infinite displayof dust, upon an ocean’scurves: it holds us. Warm, to kneeldown, to cold waters,while…
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Stalled eyes. Wanderingupon a lonesome. Meanderingwhere thoughts considerunspent moments, beneathgrey weather. Here, yourreflection burns a hole,your eyes have run ahead,upon this road that wewere both meant to dread. Lingering hours. Tresses thatfall back in flooding wind.A scent caught. Tearstainsbrought. Down, onto your effigythat burns, a former mileleaving flesh tangledin a reverie’s whirlwind. I remember, while…
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Bloom phantoms.With us. Forget us,this world of infinitetomorrows. Soldiers weep on.Sunsets bring downa bucket to our eyes,bringing upa lake-full of yourpremature desertions. You took apartyour flesh. Behind us,death lurked withfaces, too many. Shadows build a hallway.Love creates a ceilingfor pleasure’s releasing.While we reknitthese eyes, opened withtears roaming on,hands will committo those places, buriedbeneath where we…
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Build roads. Burn shelterfor desperate parasites.We attach withour eyes, vague uponlasting tracks.Bruised palms. Brokendoors, open to lightbetween cracks in a smile. Are we fulfilled?Filled up, witha mouthful of ashes. Are we instilled?Reminded, to believein all thingsless than grief. We have openedcovers, to close our scarsin referenced endings. We have lost moreupon winter,in its choosing. White…
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Soft, sinking fidelity.Wait, until weopen gifts. Words area disease to devotion,are those bottleslost on an ocean. Thoughts to buildships, to never abandon,never skip overheartbeats, over foldsin bedsheets. For I willhold you behind curtains,when a storm crosses,keep you neededin bleeding burial. Move those riversthrough veins thatnever grow old.I have carved youout of naked ruins.Undress all that.Caress…
Modern Romanticism 