Tag: creative writing
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#87
Cottonwood,shedding, lays down tomorrow,in ribbons, drawn out,an abstraction of circumstancecarpets the field your rage,unconstrained, spills over,your rage, turned inwardsstains the flowers red memory,a refuge, Cottonwoodpacked down,into a pillowcase,between the branches,smelling sweetlyof betterdays
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#86
Exile,threshed out,sorrow visits us again bycandlelight world-worn,a quarter-life, expended,folds silently upon itself,your life, unfolding,runs in charcoal linesbeneath your eyesclose to me you,world-blind,wrung out my heartbetween your fingertips,my heart, expended,finds itself again,in the dust,by the roadside
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#85
Iron-sworn,contemptuous,in the quiet, burdenedstill by that which you,afflicted, once refused iron-heart,your lovers whimsyetched, ephemeral,in days past, holdher memory yet uponyour flesh salt-skin,adrift, one dayall that too willplunge, anchored down,into the sea
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#84
Rage-feathertrembling,your parts, unconstrained,cry out, plague-doctor,in the brume,by lantern light,split, count us among thedrowned, Kraken-soul,wasted, risen in the twilight,drag down beneath your waves,those who gorgedthemselves thoughtlesslyupon ourtragedy
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#83
Sky swept,westward, our patchworksail, drawn tight,carries us far from home my heart,split, shattered and strewnamongst sea glassmends itself of June the moon, drawn close,speaks for the silent,the moon sunkentoo, reminds meof you
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#82
Raven-eyed,billowing, our fortunesprung up from the deep desire, cloud-swept,found itself again,your heart set free,among the mountains, in the meadows,falling down,raindrops, a diamondupon your cheek
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#81
Mirebrook,petrified, our legacyrunning dry drove us to the sea Immortality, absconded,sunk beneath the waves,your heart, embittered,no longer cares to justify thatwhich you take from other to satisfythat which youbelieve is owed to you child, you alone,remaining,comb the ashes,one day, in time,you too will find yourselfswept out,tempestuous,your inheritance,a callused heart, brining,carved from stone
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#80
Severance, gilded, a silver string, your anchor to the city of trees, her life, hollowed out and lost to the wasting sickness moves you once more to exile, the riverside, desiccated, becomes a footprint, her memory, clutched tightly in the moonlight to your chest, packed down with grief, unblinking, a patchwork requiem for better days
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#79
Bracken-lips, your eyes, in the lamplight, unravel Her eyes, fleshed out and wasting, swept the countryside, your eyes, unraveling, pass me over, unseeing, in the lamplight, final, reimagined
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#78
Silver-banded giver, from your lips, a theriacal crescent, the moon, a sliver to our shard, reflects to me, in the dust-light nothing at all
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 