Creative Writing
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The Hell we both faced.Those fires we had to blameto believe something could risefrom rinsed hands, from stains. We washed clean our eyesto see somewhere different,other than solid deceit,forming on liquid defeat. We tore our life, to blendbarricades, for arms to senda sickness this worthless,a love this senseless. Are you colder? Here, Iscream out from…
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Late, with love abound,wringing drops from stains.While you wake,let your feelings grow.There can be morethan what stays concealedinside a folded undertow. I leave life undecided,distill a heart fromforever being remindedat Heaven’s fallen ways. Walking forward, withcrystal at all sides.We lose less than weare able to believe. Metal rose weakens closeto fatal mornings ofyour descriptions of…
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Life comes in ripples. Satisfaction arrives in miniature; it has been said to her, while any evidence had never been whole. In this monarchy of her ways, she gloats without true glow. She taunts an image inside her mirror without always looking its direction. She sees herself. She knows herself, simply as too spirited. A…
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One walk towardsa lover’s heart bendingbackwards for a fall,has her praying beneathdestruction, where it comesmore from lips overeyes, that weep. There are piecesreflecting backward inthis mirror ofnaked, torn skin.Living in deprivation,depriving in resignationwhen smiles are liftingrocks inside a throat. Seeing you in smears,lessening your memoryin bold, clear tears.Wherever to followyour clouds, high above,I sense you…
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Absent in mind.Absentminded, in dividingportions of a heart.Forgetfulness. In a time,where life moves underground,I gave that great rewardto a soft pair of lips. Her hair, parted downdirections that never mattered.Her fingers, sent towardsserrations upon a road.Devotion sweeps a fieldfull of dust. Move this space ahead,for my eternal dread.I cannot keep leavinglove to wrap fingersaround a…
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Simplest to grieve, burningto disbelief. I keep stillthese tears inside crystallizedexpressions. Crying willnot open wounds, withouthopeless sentiments. Hand on a heart.Hearing heartbeats, plaindevotion that stays stellar.Loving in a limelight,undressed in daylight,while Hell steps out of Heavenin clothes labelledin remorse on its course. Will I realize these lies?On each ocean where liesa fatal drowning moment,clear beneath…
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Hold our lips. Locked onto running waves.We feel a noose wrappingour once-kissed necksbeneath gentlest sunrise,walking close,creating weathered footstepsin breaking earth. A late sound. A false cryabout to take on a smile.Some change in this sceneryhas stretched our gaze.We see ruins become messagesin their dust. Long rope. Longer tugto meet our death,while memories stayto dream in…
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Simple torture,bared exquisiteness.Laying there without a heartbeat.I have come, expecting a feast,while here you yield. You pause before this cliff,hoping our moon will fall,to drown an ocean into wide pale.I lift, while you siftthrough memories in onevanishing heart. Let your tears dropinto departing sunlight.Nothing quite quells your frightas rain being shed into light.Mixing torment with…
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Still, that moonfloats in a different hue,aside from something newshe grew to knowdown under cold clouds,in her rain and snow. I threwpales of winter’s freshwatersnowflakes. I drewlines in blank slates,applying sadness in circles,making dividesin deciding states. I want to keep nailingthat morbid cross, raising portraits,while destroying furniture.I desire herto lay herself down,to stay herself in…
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Some labelsburn like echoes,while others are setas bricks to formhiding spaces, with moreshadows than curtains.Same withall heat from trembling knees.Same fortwo pairs of eyes, blinded tosimplest, uncurving love. We have walkeda tight rope, to experienceloss to our tears, nailed withstares, upon a cross.Our sin to sink,one fate close to a brinkhas us cancel hearts,holds us…
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I give these eyesto extensions, to third dimensions.I present this heart,held out on ropes.Your neck, bared for a brand.A touch of red against that palecanvas of starkness. To drown these eyes, to holdthis breath inside your breast.To loosen waves, words, stonesdown your throat,to make farewells, pledges, strengthour becoming methodto hide ourselves, surfaced. I weara great…
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Come around. Link arms.You’ll drown where we surroundinside reflections of our own masking.We bleed for all we leave,losing breath in all we undressin wounds that keep openingwith limbs that are folding. I find that weare never jealous in eachof those pairs of eyes,tempted throughout puddles,reflections we might have fumbledwhen we caught our heartsfrom stars to…
Modern Romanticism 