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Frosted Glass.
I will find symphonies in your distant sighs, Poetry entwined amongst sentences left unsaid, Art embedded into the cracks and crevices of your turned back; I will tell myself a frosted glass fairytale For I always fall for the wonderfully impossible, And you are a dream I adore to indulge in.
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May 27th / (Heart)Break Down
I guess the part I’m scared of is The inevitable change; When everything that once meant the world Crumbles like dust at our feet. What will we do, When kisses that once inspired Soft sighs and butterflies, Only flutter and fall Like ashes from our lips? What will we say, When words that once bloomed Between the spaces in the silence Wilt, wither and waste away In the dryness of closed…
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Unbreakable.
I built my walls up strong and high So nothing could harm me; But when those walls came crashing down It set my old heart free. And though this world is dark and cold When you’re trapped here all alone; In your absence I’ll find strength I’ll seek happiness on my own. (As part of my new blessing counting mantra, I’ve decided my poetry should be a bit more optimistic as I tend to scribble…
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Blessing Counting
I used to face every problem that came my way with passive pessimism; I met minor issues with quiet complaints and grumbles, saw a world in grayscale with a slightly musty smell. Everything wasn’t great, but it wasn’t awful either. Now that I’m beginning to experience actual sadness, I’m seeing life in a different way. If I let each bout of melancholia drown me in its sea, or let myself be…
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Untitled.
The best day of your life Will be the day you realise That fortune comes free To those that choose to be happy.
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Sans Doute
Aujourd’hui, pour le premier temps Je peux dire que je me sent vraiment content Et ces sentiments existent grâce à toi. Quand j’imagine tes yeux, ton beau sourire Ou le son de sa voix Je me trouve avec un sourire grand et Sans doute, je t’aime. Et si cet report n’est pas l’amour, Si tu me blesse, Si mon cœur se sent chagrin Je me sentirai pas de tristesse, pour Sans doute, je t’aime-…
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Mother Earth
Mother let our garden grow
Green and wild and free.
She said that it was arrogant
Of man to control trees
For Earth should be respected
Giving life as it does grow;
And man should be detested
Leaving death where he goes.
Our journey is a violent pilgrimage,
A path leading to our own demise
And when we’re gone, the trees
Will lay our graves and once more rise.
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The Last Goodbye of Winter
The world woke up to whirls of snow
Fluttering from skies and falling slow,
The streets were cloaked in silence, sweet,
The only sound my plodding feet
Paving footprint paths in crisp, cold sheets
Of crackling ice, cool snow and sleet.
And though it’s rather late in year
And most pray for spring to appear,
I felt delight to walk and see
Winter’s final legacy.
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Melancholia.
All too often I find myself Tentatively treading the space Between two sets of mind: Imagination and reality. Wandering between the two sides Wondering about the one side I truly belong to. Am I eccentric or just downright crazy? Am I melancholy or melodramatic? Is my existence entirely broken Or am I just another teenager Jacked up on the idea that depression Could make my life a little more…
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Mute
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How is it that when I’m alone reels of pages appear before my eyes
Entire stories woven with the words I wanted to say but
Never found the bravery to let pass beyond my lips.
How is it that when I’m alone phrases flower on my tongue
But when I look into his eyes they falter, never flow
The silent sentences shrivel, their dried petals falling slow
I love him, but what will I do without the words…
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Red Carpet Eyes
When he looks at me it’s like his eyes are a spotlight and I’m caught in the beam centre-stage. He looks at me not like I’m the backdrop to the scene; I’m not a faded set with peeling paint and flaking edges. I’m not a shabby stage curtain, tattered from where uncaring hands roughly tugged me to and fro. No- he looks at me like I am more. When he stares I feel like the main event, Hollywood’s…
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Found. (Part One)
Crowded places had always been a refuge for me- I loved the safety of numbers, of being just one dull, expressionless face in a black and white canvas painted with dull, expressionless faces. In supermarkets, cafés, airports and bustling streets I allowed myself to be lost in a wave of people, one ripple cascading among thousands of other ripples. In crowds I was always hidden, a tiny shuffling…
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Writer's Block
Writer’s Block
I can see the scenarios in front of me Like shots from a movie scene, The anger, the laughter, the tears All accompanied by only silence- I can’t hear the words to tell the story, And this tale is but a blank canvas I, the artist, without paint. Images swirl and fall together In no order, a jumbled kaleidoscope Of nonsensical stories, A twisted mirage of bleak nothings. I see the end, the final…
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The Storm
A storm is on its way. I often wonder how I would react to hearing this; knowing that life is but an hourglass and that the last few grains of sand are about to fall? How would I feel knowing that the end is but a few heartbeats and a final breath away? I wonder would I be able to utter a final sentence- a shaken ‘goodbye’, a stuttered ‘I love you’, or maybe a soft and bitter ‘I’m sorry’? Would…
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Dusk
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Like the evening sun I wish to fall slowly Into the ocean of your eyes.
Like the moonlight I wish the stars in your smile Would fill the emptiness of my sky.
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Eccentricities of Intimacy
How strange it is to miss The sense of skin I never felt, Hands that only lay shy and Never once interlocked. How strange it is to hear Words that were never said But hung on jagged hooks- Only silence between us. How strange it is to want Somebody when I know Nobody who wants to be With anybody.
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About Time
I watched a movie about time travel and it made me feel so happy to know that maybe someday I’ll find my somebody. I’ll find someone who will teach me how important and how fragile time is, whose every smile, laugh, tear and word will be a golden second in the great ticking clock of my life- somebody whose every fibre of being is soaked in by my mind, who makes every day a great adventure that I…
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