Creative Writing
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There was, to a sea where no sun chooses to rise, a morbid fascination with life. With the hope, with the face that would be shown in the reflection upon the waves; this was where someone did look upon. From his balcony, all he ever saw was reflections. Reflection of stars, of the moon, and…
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Sounds: alarm, orthe forest that burnsto a gentle wind,a breath of your bygone age. Stone, heavy,though the winds will break it.Release tears. A rock.Close connectionthat brings grace to open space.Were you never embraced? My love, – I see where you walked,danced upon the ruins,the wet ashes. Trickling streams,numbing melodies.A heart, a sad little rhythmthat fadeswith…
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Curtains pulled downto reveal brick, to reveal what’s sick.Two eyes – blinds,no purpose to tear awayat what is gone into yesterday. Tomorrow is the new season,yet all is dark. Life behind,death belowwith all the sounds in this heartechoing from stone walls. No blood, no floodto stop with fingers at the eyes.I keep calling – while…
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Wheelbarrows,walking sticks – water pipes.The filth, carried, the rotting man;who walks?Who, above the underground lakehas their pain takenbeyond the cremated shores? Emotion stirs.An ocean has been blurred.No one knows the depthhe holds in a heart.A bottle tossed with one written note – of written words,“Where did you go,when it started to snow?” A retrace, one…
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While we might in both our vacant hearts, live in each other’s memories, recede in the other’s tides, I am still avowed in the night, I am still waiting with a rippling heart that you will. Dreaming in fear, battling the dark, while I see you tearing pages from secrets, moments, buried in cages, locked…
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Dark, beneath where the line seeps. A frozen signature to sign us into premature birth. Our kisses stopped short, our gaze faltered on the idle highway. Will you, will I wait to see what could come to be from silence in the stars, from pain in our bodies? We touched, hoping our scars would burn…
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No more need, no other time in history’s disfigured face will our lives walk a straight line without folding upon presented signs. We have torn up pathways, departed from arms, sideways into another permanent birth – where we are discontent, to another’s worth. Paved roads, white-out on the divide between memories, upon the wounds we…
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Passion, indecision. I touch a bright light to journey the voyage, to keep praying a miracle will enter our eyes. Heaven kissed for eternity. I would love to return you, through the forests, the fields, the places lost in everyday voids. Carve you out among stone. Liquify your heart into the soil. Raise the dead…
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While no one dreams, while no one else screams in the nightmares, come loose once connected to ruins scattered in entrenched thoughts – I am elsewhere in the fields of constant reverie where rivers flow like veins. Born in the blue conscious spark of desire. Funerals are black, when we dream when we fall back…
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Walk on divided curtains. See the sun’s unrest. I have long awaited you, with the fable to treat. There are shadows, departing. Light, that settles in. I want to hold hope in long arms, cradle the forests in their descending leaves. The light of day sleeps not with its frozen blanket in the soundest soundlessness.…
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Walk past, move towards the door on hollow steps forward. You are answering another’s word, another tide to sweep the lush, soft moss apart from your skin. Grown old, worn, against the hush. You will not remain silent while the world grows violent. Something dances for your curves, – while earth is rocking each grain…
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Moonrise, quick to enfeeble the sight of mine, sent through her one final time in the haze. A last walk through the clock striking the minute, the hour, of days spent seeing me in her light. A depressed gesture sends me – to the lifeless tragedy buried here in these arms, within the fear. One…
Modern Romanticism 