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 Dream

 

1.As yourself,

Or in disguise,

You’ve got

The most beautiful eyes.

 

2.Is it real,

Or just a dream?

This night

Is nothing but a whim.

 

3.Are your eyes

Blue or dark green,

They are

Much deeper than they seem.

 

4.Worry not,

My lips are sealed,

This whim –

Too perfect to be killed.

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 Letter to someone

 

1.And even if it cannot be,

If no one sees what I can see,

They only see catastrophe,

I live for you, you live through me.

 

2.Despite everything I’ve been taught,

I learned to doubt, and doubt a lot;

Sometimes I question my own thought

If there’s a glowing piece I caught.

 

3.Despite everything that I’ve read,

To know my place, not go ahead,

How awfully we are misled,

Instead of slepping, better dead.

 

4.Even if it’s not meant to do,

I saw the place where you once grew,

That place is not meant to be true,

You live through me, I live for you.

Waiting for the bus

 Wings

 

1.There’s something outside these walls,

Been living in a village and it took its toll,

A luggage under my bed,

I didn’t choose this place, it’s killing me instead.

 

2.There’s something I can’t explain,

Must have been the weight of an imaginary chain,

Setting me free from prison

Of a thousand hands, must have been a legion.

 

3.There’s nothing quite like my wings,

They outweight all the imaginary things,

There’s nothing quite like these dreams,

Which rip tissue and tear ideas at their seams.

In poverty I dream of labour / Wish I was normal

 Fall

 

1.In the midst of winter

My heart became a snowflake,

And it touched the ground

With the force of an earthquake.

 

2.At the dawn of spring

It slipped into a river,

And melted away,

Too cold to even shiver.

 

3.In the midst of summer

Things will be set free,

But the wait is too long,

I won’t be here to see.­­

I'm so sad I could write a poem

 Bad joke

 

1.My life is in ruins,

I ruined it myself,

Like an ancient writing

Turns to dust when on its shelf.

 

2.I didn’t ask for one,

But can we have two, please?

One for entertainment,

One for falling on your knees.

 

3.When did it become this?

When did it fall apart,

A silent domino

Aiming straight at my heart.

 

4.My life is a bad joke,

I stumble in my dreams

And when I look around

It’s just me not laughing.

If you come only when you need me: GTFO.

 Running out

 

1.I’m running out of patience,

You’re running out of time,

At least where I am at now

I don’t count every dime.

 

2.I’m running out of feelings,

You’re running out of soul,

Somehow your broken pieces

Don’t add to make a whole.

 

3.I’m running out that door now,

Out of ways to look sad,

What can I say, man up girl,

The pain lies in your head.

 

4.What is the last thing you see

When you look at the sky?

They say forgiveness tastes sweet,

But revenge makes you high.

What is even real?

 Dissonance

 

1.Is it really tragedy,

This darkness embracing me?

This cognitive dissonance

Is a God damn nuisance.

 

2.Is it all really that bad?

Or is it just in my head,

Things taken too seriously,

Or a harsh reality?

 

3.A flesh wound, or just a scratch,

Missing eye, or just a patch?

Everyone says I’m lucky,

All I feel is misery.

 

4.Only the passing of time

Can put an end to my mind,

This cognitive dissonance

Is my deepest nuisance.