No one

Sydney, NSW. 23

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I sleep with the door ajar But no one would notice If one night I closed it To pay off my demons And answer some questions I often wonder how long Would it take them To open that door When I'm not home Anymore I went down memory lane Until I got to Star-gazer avenue I sat down and Looked at the ground And tried to think Of something profound

always alone

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Falling asleep In a room with no windows I wonder if you're watching The stars I can't see I wonder if you're ever Thinking about me When I go to sleep I smell eucalypt trees And I wait for you And I wait And I hear you speak "Come meet me in heaven" You said that to me When I was seven It feels like forever I've been here every night When I wake up I can never remember But I always know That you weren't there Maybe my white sand beach With snowgum trees With a billion stars Is only heaven to me Maybe I don't know What you mean Won't you please come to heaven with me Come meet me in heaven Before it eats me alive I'll be there tonight Watching the world die On the horizon Waiting to wake up With you next to me

I don’t remember your face

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They keep forgetting The reason their sweating Is no fault of their own Or their mortgage loan It's due to a system That's been stacked against them The people up above Saying who they should love From a pedestal made Of poor peoples graves They keep forgetting That all cash is petty And if they fight together They'll save themselves forever And my plan might seem funny But the rich can't eat money Or hold their position Outnumbered in millions So take back your share And make all lives fair

You Can’t Eat Money

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The fly trap opens It's Venusian lips To lure me in With hopeful words Free of sin And the angler fish Who rarely speaks Whose means are subtle Shows me the light In the darkest tunnel And at the times When I stroll at night I feel very alone The antlion is inviting And shows me his home Shows me Absurd anomalies Follow for following Somehow it bothers me Grinding hollow teeth Gigantic rooms Expensive perfumes In weave and loom There's plenty of doom At least One day is the only day That I need to pray And I'll be ok My mistakes Washed away So I can I give into temptation And give myself away Too all the creatures Who crave my flesh And will leave me With nothing left

i am prey

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Sometimes I pray To the southern cross Because I have no one To tell my thoughts to Sometimes I don't Sometimes when I meditate I imagine setting Myself on fire To represent inner peace I wouldn't pass the test I am a wanderer A man of no creed I write my own morals And I make them bleed I try to carve them in stone But they chip and crack I carve them in my soul And carry it on my back And my mind Is like a fire fight A riot caused by protest And as the peaceful fall They cry out to a god But I can't hear his name Or I would do the same

ADHD

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I've written hundreds of poems That I've never shared Because I'm scared Of how people respond And I'm very fond of them And if that gets taken away I don't know how I'll stay Balanced on this ledge If I start to doubt myself About the only thing that helps When I can't keep track Of where my mind goes When I lose control And let my pen take to wheel It tells me how I feel And takes the fear away And takes me back To feeling ok But I've never been trained And if people don't see What im trying to say And only see the way I draw outside the lines And put that doubt in mind That I shouldn't even try Then I might stop And if that ever happens I know that I'll be lost

overcare

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Let's get married Let's die happy Let's do everything together Let's keep trying to be clever You're such a dag I wanna love you I wanna dress in drag The both of us I wanna love you I wanna love you I wanna I wanna Fuck you I would tattoo A ring on my finger Not a name in a heart Don't be so cliche I'll do it anyway

To Everyone

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The other day I was standing on the curb Waiting to cross And a bus came to turn Too fast probably It seemed too sharply And then simultaneously I thought "oh god it could hit me" Aswell as "would that be a relief?" The bus passed And so did the anxiety But the latter idea stayed on my shoulder A home it made And gathered more weight I don't know why I pray For busses to take me away

Fare

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I always say I hate my cliches But my heart Feels empty Like a ghost town And my soul Feels dirty Like a gold mine Stripped bare

hypocrite

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Do you ever shake your head When you feel the black ink Creep up your spine Into the back of your mind Like you have to wake up Before it blacks out your eyes And you snap out of it Just for a moment With your head bowed Eyes fixed on the ground But you were never asleep So you stand up straight Trying not to look dead You keep shaking your head Think about what you last ate Where you should eat next Focus your eyes ahead Then the ink creeps up again

blot

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I'm in one of those stages of my life where everything shatters And as it falls apart You're catching the pieces And trying to put them Back in the same spot But it happens so fast And you lose so much And so much changes That what you're left with Looks nothing like What you had And all you can do Is wonder if it's all ruined Or more beautiful

jigsaw

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I'm tired of trying To swim across the moat Draw bridge closed I can't stay afloat The water is freezing pouring down my throat I know while I'm drowning I should've built a boat

fortress

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My safety net is full of holes I am falling off my tight rope Lover lover, say something sweet Help me land on both my feet Or just watch me fall, watch me fall Have you given up after all? I know that I can help myself Can't rely on anyone else But you keep telling me I'm fucked But you keep saying to give up

unbalanced

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Everything you think Has already be thought of Nothing interesting People aren't bored of Innovative creative Not anything special Too many expletives And far too stressful People want mush That's fed through a tube They don't want too much They don't care about you Wind it back wind it down Pop some pills and relax When they give you the crown You'll be dead on your back

hate want

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The dingos jaws are bleeding But it's not it's own blood In the distance there is screaming But the dog need not run He is much too far gone The deed has been done he was seen by none The victim is smiling From now until forever For he is just a dog Who finally met his better Having won every fight In his prolonged life It was time for him to lose So dying in the dust In pain and in lust He knows he'll live on In the young dingos blood

Old Blood

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When I was seventeen I was beaten up And left to die My spine was broken And I haven't walked since When I was eighteen My tongue was cut I lost my vocal chords I haven't spoken since When I was nineteen I was electrified And it fried my nerves I've had no feeling since When I was nineteen I was told I was boring That was irritating I should sort myself out When I was twenty People told me to walk Told me to speak Told me to try feeling again When I was twenty one People said it gets better They said I'm not alone There's help out there Loads people can't feel It's not a real problem Loads of people can't speak You'll get over it Loads of people can't walk And they're doing fine I've just got to Get back on that horse And stop acting like a cripple

Support

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Put you up in a tower A hundred feet tall Where we'd be together Within vertical walls I went for a smoke And you bricked in the door ... I don't love you anymore I hope you rot in that tower To be honest Years later I forgot all about ya' And even if you open that door I don't love you anymore I put you on a pedestal It crumbled and fell And my hands are too soft To be digging through rubble

Denial