creative writing
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Self-fulfilling Prophecies
Be careful what you wish forBut the tongue rages againstSuch reins and strapsSpits on the warningsOf guiding restraintIn defiant arroganceAnd without roamingBeyond the flanksOf its caged domainIt creates worldsLike a magic wandCommanding fateTo bend to its wilesAs unsuspecting realitiesCollideInto self-fulfilling propheciesConfounding the heartWhen the answerTo every mysteryHas always lingered—Tastes of bitter licoriceBurning at the throat Continue reading
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Whispers of Serenity
In the quiet of eventide, while he read and she wrote, the flutter of pages would fill their bedroom. Like the soft vibrations in a bird’s wings, catching the wind’s breath in its feathers. The scratches of her pen seemed to murmur in answer of her pensive mumblings. Sounds that often followed him to the Continue reading
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Kitsch – Weekend Writing Prompt #198
It seemed Granger’s Avenue attracted all sorts. Crazies. Magicians. Higglers. Sometimes even wandering clusters of orphaned kids. But strangest of them all was the dollmaker. An old man who left his kitsch creations on the gates of each house. Cracked, wooden caricatures that were sloppily painted with garish faces. Most cursed him as an evil Continue reading
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When Nature Grieves
Festering wounds Wrought within These broken words Emotions raw and rotted Filled with squirming clusters Of hungry maggots Devouring the remains Of a silenced voice While the winds billow Drenched in the sillage Of decay And the clouds hang low Heaving with grief For the dying sounds of hope Shattered on the rocks Violently thrashed Continue reading
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Beautiful Eyes
He appeared to her through thin feathers of smoke from her lips. She would have ignored him, but her gaze had already, unwittingly, acknowledged his presence. Over the soft jazz playing from the speakers in the bar, he asked if he could join her. Without much of an answer, shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, Continue reading
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To Know the Heart
ShadowedWithin onyx pupilsKeyholes swirl at the centerOf every marbled irisLocking awayThe true intentionsLying at the thresholdOf every human heartIf onlyIt were possibleTo possess the perfect keyThat could split apartThe meaningBehind every beguiling smileAnd revealThe honest murmursTraipsing every cordial wordOr is it sadThat it’s becomeSo hard to trustThe blooms of a smileThat could veilThorns laced with Continue reading
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The Sound of You
Paradise becomes possible In the colors of your voice Splattering through The monochrome prism Of my world With blinding light More radiant Than the primrose flushes Of dawn Streaking the horizon And could I sink Within the velvet embrace Of your laughter I’d tuck myself away Like a child Cocooned in abundant sheets Clinging To Continue reading
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An Evening Epiphany
On nights like this— Supine beneath The emerald trails Of an angel’s dance Swirls of aurora flow In tandem With the delicate flutter Of a faint song Echoed In the heart of a music box— I realize This is not where I belong On this earth Filled with misery; Its unrelenting yearning Unseen burdens Bruising Continue reading
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Losing A Friend
Connections bittersweet;Unsuspecting bondsWorm into our heartsBuilding nestsWithin the pulsing chambersUntil staccatos of reticenceFlutter intoThe dulcet cadenceOf trustAnd it becomes easyTo hold them thereAs thoughThey always belonged–FetteredTo the roots of our soul But sometimesThere is a rupturingHazardous and disruptiveLike the unbiddenFlails and shift of the earthDislodgingThe myriad nestsUntil they collapseSome only snaggedAnd preservedOn stubborn branchesOf a Continue reading
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Unloved
Am I Not trying hard enough To let you see Beyond the folds Of these frayed seams Keeping me From falling apart? With razor-tipped talons And an indelicate touch I bear the bruises Of your thorned caress While the candied petals From your lips Silence every Tremulous breath— Swallowed protests To tear my flesh From Continue reading
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