Creative Writing
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There werespaces to move, to unearth youdrowned beneathan ocean of mourning’s dew.I pressed your hand, to resurrectlove at its waters,to meet what remains beautifulat this renewable glimpseat what stays plentiful. There were eyes to undressof their tears, upon their nakedfears, in words unconfessed.You have held in your rain,tasting what grows ingrainedas a bitternessinside your emptiness.…
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Another hourto remember, to recollecteach time you sweptthose pieces, overboard.All times, we spokeout from handfuls of dust,you rose, to hear,covered in rust. Carve those miles, ashore,blanket all traceswith faces we cannot adore.Some kisses splash backfates that we held intact.Some instincts of lovenever remove themselves,from idling glaciers. I keep roaming.I keep combingdesert trails, to discover youon…
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Though wekept brushing asidegrains that set a stain,our lipsfound a depth that wemight have kept, were weto remain asleep. Grains to our dust,in our death, upon reddest rust.Countless as snowwith summer bringingour bodies low. You save a cripplefrom peddling his favoritetime to keep sellinghis heart upon a hook.You send over a kissto remind these ruined…
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Those same stampsto time’s disheveled face.Those present waters,here to level our entrancesto uncovered surfaces.Waist around, with a hand aboutyour form in a blood-red ocean,with a kiss for our journey. Awake to undertakethese moments where wediscover hope before its doorcloses a broken dam.We are meant to flooda land in our radiant blood,to water driest soilin deserted…
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Wither off, come offwith waters revealed at eyes,while you dry uplakes, absorbing glaciers,among all ofHeaven’s rainfall. Naked, while dancingto sounds of griefbeckoning in a disused well,fading in a comfortable Hell. We kiss what cannot bedeserved, in thisgreat waterfall of life. We miss our old lives,wasted, in the numbness.Aren’t you aching? Aren’t you wantingFor union when…
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Lonely dancer, find your nestwith fruit still fresh.Love touches your breast,ceases our breath.Against all, we welcome death,facing views upon fragrant land,burning roses into hearts,stealing eyes into jewels. Walk among porcelain sand, cloud this night in mist,dashed upon lovelorn lips. We rain Heaven from a sunthat beats its furnace low.We tremble in naked vows,while faces sink…
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Both wishes.Love, within miles,these concealed smiles.We taste tears,have tasted fearsbeneath rose petals,where you lost. You lost your heartwithin the rapids. Unloved, you werewalking under stars.Water stays as all,as it remains our call.Foraged eyesbeneath soil, among toillives in our land. Both kisses.Upon a road,fading in our years,drowned in our tears.Unloved, as allsilences in our call. Buried…
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Not fromcruel backgrounds of coloredevenings.Not fromcalm faces upon glowingmornings.You never leave. Wasted, underspecks of diamonds during night.Lasting sightsto your silhouette,while memories tramplefavorite sceneries. If love held out a stone,I will toss itto become dust, in an ocean, wherepressure smeared us into veins,circulating into circlesback to beginning. One kiss is allI request,to bleed me into seas,to…
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Here, in Hell. Walking onunder smoothing rain, weepingwhile you live. I lovein your field of vision,changing ropes around you,watering dust,turning roses into rust. Collapse of towers. Heaven hascrippled all our shooting stars.While finality rendersour salience scarred,we rope, to pull, a garden closewith hope to raisethat crucified home. Bound, while kisses are blownto spread dust about,in…
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Come around,tell this night you wereour winter, upon sand.Tell these limbs of naked treesyou were life being broughtfrom storied glaciers,from an eye coveredin smothering mist. While Ican cry away all daylightfrom our side,this defeat has been amplein a stillborn moon,as corners are dried in fire,as pleasures are wiped cleanfrom mounting desire. All our love fadedwithin…
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Sifted curtains. Conceal a road,outdoor scenery uncovered,received with fog.Leave a kiss to your entrance,your residence in each room.Sounds of train’s whistlebringing waters of old men’s bagsbeneath eyes, beneath stares.In all I long forremains your breath,a sound in nighttime quiet. Fire in this morning’s sky.A fire in a lover’s heart,wasted in every cry.Lakes dried, lakes being…
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Speak in your tongueout for all you belong.Taste that smile under a sun,bending texture to burning bright,a feast for eyes, decor forheaven’s rush, Hell to run.Radiant passion in deep caress, as petals float about your dress.I feel close in one final stepto drown you in my resignationunder your wings, beneath those eyesI fathom as kindest…
Modern Romanticism 