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Poems: I don't like most of these anymore - mainly because I find them too 'teen-angsty'
"Cold"
I need a little flame of blue and gold
I lick of light I can hold
To keep my soul from going cold
And bring me out of the darkness,
A little flame swimming through the air
Spilling light across my face
And danceing in my dark eyes.
I need a little flame so I dont frezze
A fire to flicker in the breeze
To put me once again at ease
And remind me I still see and feel,
A little flame swimming against my skin
Spilling light across my face
And danceing in my dark eyes.
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Left Behind
Whispers in the night where calling
Towards my nightmares they dragged me crawling
Away from the world, spinning and falling
Down beneath the earth
Down beneath the lands of light
Swallowed in the depths, out of sight
Bound in steel and rope so tight
I am left here to rot
Imprisoned in this cold, dark hole
trapped within my mind
Time and pain have taken my soul
And left me behind |
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Be Scared
Be scared
When dieing men
Stop screaming -
They're just bleeding.
Be scared
When guns fall silent
Stop Killing -
They're just re-loading.
Be scared
When sticks and stones
Can't break your bones
When nothing can ever hurt you.
Be scared
When the pain stops,
Thats when you've got to worry. I Can’t Be Me
I know this isn’t real.
It’s a compromise on reality,
Just a mirror image,
A shadow, a reflection,
Of the things I feel.
I know I’m not here.
I can’t be alive,
When I’m so cold,
So numb, unfeeling,
My pain blocked by fear.
I know I’m not thinking straight,
When my mind is so full -
Swelling with anger and love,
Bursting, overflowing,
Unleashing my hate.
I know and I can see -
My life, my mind,
What I think what I feel,
But I know it can’t be real,
Because I’m to weak to be me.
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no title *I like this one!
I wonderd for countless hours
Amongst all the winds quiet wispers
Past windows that show no view
In the corridors of my mind
And between golden evening light
I thaught I heard your voice.
For a second I felt your breath
Chilled and sharp on my kneck,
Cold fear ran down my spine
And for your unearthly torment
The corridors echoed my screames,
As you faintly utterd my name.
I fleed through the empty passages
To free my self from the dream
But your words still plagued my mind,
Your spirit was upon the air,
Your eyes where inside of me,
And I'm in love with you
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The Somme 2001 *another one I like Death has carved this landscape
Into ditches, crators, holes and hills.
But the mud has long gone
And now grass grows
Lit in strips by the sky,
Broken up by tall straight trees
Full of bird song.
But the ground, still torn apart
Remembers the sound
Of shells and bombs
It pays no heed to the silence,
As it lies scarred and broken,
Contourted in pain.
And where the dead lay
There are no grave stones,
Just thowsands of tall straight trees,
Full of bird song,
That break up the sky.
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"Looking for Nothing"
I searched for solitude in the cold of the moor,
I searched through the trees and river,
I searched in the cave, in the shadows and dark,
but I found nothing
I found no one.
I searched for solitude in places where no one had been,
I searched where no one would go,
I searched in pain, in love, in hate,
but I found nothing
I found no one.
I've searched the land, my soul and mind
I've up-turned every stone,
but still I search by my self
For some where where I'm alone. |
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