Creative Writing
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Confined by design. Through streets of apathy we bow down to crippled crows and absence. Chaos. Reined in dismay. There should be something more, but it does nothing but bore. Eclipsed by half-formed shapes on the side of her face, she riddles me with a kiss. Olden weighs, soaked with beer and love. Heavy shadows,… Read more
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little baby daughter swimming in the waters of a dirty womb gotta get out gotta be free but this life was never meant to be sometimes things go wrong it’s just how it is innocence succumbed like footprints in snow one tiny step at a time little baby daughter let me hold your hand if… Read more
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Something stirs within me. A yearning to taste. To be a man again. These hands of mine, they grow restless at the thought of all they could be exploring. A body ripe with magic, mine to discover and seduce. Tender, milky flesh. Breasts so juicy. Hips the shape of my hands. We are war. Soft… Read more
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Stay in for a few days. It’s the best thing for it. No energy for actions. No patience for words. Leave me alone, and let solitude swallow me whole. Drifting in and out of sleep. Silence so beautiful. Sacred space, undisturbed. Peaceful like the birth, of original thought. Closed eyes. Restless hearts. No promises. Only… Read more
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Receiver of semantics. Crushed like skulls, crack’d and fuck’d to kingdom come. Racks of angels, juicy like a peach, ripe beneath a darkened sun. Husk. Lonesome rust, left out in the rain for untold years. Tired, wired. Tripping on lines and fingering holes of abstraction. No exits. Only solvent abuse and acid reflux. Split down… Read more
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The stars shine overhead in a universe older, and so much colder, than we could ever imagine. Hold me close, and never lose sight of my gaze. Mirrored, we sparkle in the darkness. All those lonely streets. Those yesterdays that haunt and taunt at every opportunity. There will always be regret. You can’t shake it… Read more
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There’s no way of knowing where the days escape to. There’s no way of finding out, just what’s around the corner. Mysteries. Life and death, dancing arm in arm. A mosaic of dreams. Organic shells filled with sensation. Bearded man. Searching for something more. Lonely plague lover, wanting to see what lies behind those hidden… Read more
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There’s a place where lovers go. Dreamers and monsters too. There’s a state of mind that brings nothing but bliss. Escapism. Truth and stars. A vision of perfection. The maze of flesh and brains temporarily subdued, all rules are betrayed. An intake of breath, and a cry of delight. Toes curled; fingers bit by teeth… Read more
